And so I begin …
It is important to practice. I don’t always get a chance to do it everyday after work. And in the morning before—well, I’m just not willing. But I have this commute; at least 30 minutes, 2 times a day, 5 days a week. The perfect opportunity to breathe and just contemplate and write. Maybe I will generate ideas. Maybe I will work through problems. The point is just to put the pen to the paper and practice. Exercise the muscles involved. See where it takes me. In my notebook, the words my not always be legible (Or spelled correctly) but that’s okay.
I’m starting on a Wednesday. I didn’t plan it that way. Today was the first day I remembered both a pen and my notebook. I’m glad it was a wednesday, though. In media res, as it were. The middle of things; the week, novel revisions, my 20’s. One big middle. The beginning is a tiny dot in one direction and the end a tiny dot in the other. There are so many options here in the middle. Options mean choices. Options sound good but choices seem daunting. What if the choices I make are wrong?
Ah, well. Until tomorrow.
