Missing a day or two
Yesterday, for the first time since launching Draft a Day on November 6, 2014, I failed to publish a new piece of fiction. I’ve been late before, sometimes pushing up against midnight in other time zones, but I’ve never totally missed a day. Yesterday, I did. I will miss today, too.
Clark is one of a couple of people (hi Kate Kennedy!) who have inspired me to try to not only write a little everyday, but publish it every day too. I hope to have something up today, but I know (and you know, and I know that you know) that if I miss a day, it's fine. It doesn't mean I'll get sad again, and it doesn't mean I've given up writing forever. Before I started this daily writing exercise, I hadn't written anything meaningful in about a year (I'm not counting my last attempt at a book as something meaningful). But sometimes life gets in the way of the thing that makes you happy enough to do the life thing. They can be good things or bad things, but they'll take time, and they can make you forget that thing that makes you happy when they're not around making you too busy to think about the dumb thing that makes you happy (like writing everyday, or whatever it is you do). And while it's going to be pretty impossible to not let stuff get in the way, it's important to find some kind of hook to get you back to the mindset that put you (and me) on this path, where doing that little thing everyday was the result of a set of decisions about your own personal well-being, and how it affects others, when they do pull you away.
Sorry if that was super mangled. I'm still figuring this feeling out.
Anyways, Clark, you're good people. I look forward to reading your stuff when you return.
