If this is your first night at Write Club*, you have to write.
What keeps me from tackling the assignment? lack of inspiring subject matter? fear of scrutiny or rejection? a wild pack of honey badgers? None of these will ooze an ounce of sympathy from an editor.
It’s not that I’ve been shirking exactly; I have written several posts for two blogs and done lots of homework reading. Even at the salon yesterday I indulged in the study of punctuation. Hair covered in tin foil highlights, I brushed up on dashes, brackets and my beloved ellipses. It’s certainly a continuing process. There’s just something about the first assignment (part two) that is tripping me up. I suppose just sitting down and doing it, fuck the subject matter, is what I need to do. If I don’t throw the switch, no one will.
This is my first night at write club. I have to write.
*Just a play on words inspired by one of my favourite movies, Fight Club. I Googled for the term and found several hits. My post has nothing to do with any of them. I am not original. I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.