Palm Street Films is supposed to announce their semifinalists today. I’m trying not to check my email every 5 minutes but that just leaves me clicking on their website instead.
I find myself once again at the crossroads of what to write next. It’s not a question of not knowing what to write but rather choosing what to write next. It’s wonderful. In a difficult choice sort of way. The hard part, of course, is that I’m about to invest hours of my life in a project. It needs to be a good project or I’ll be wasting my time. There’s pressure in that sort of thing.
The wonderful part is that I’m not struggling to figure out what I could possibly write about. There are too many things. In fact, I’ve even combined some of my ideas together into super-ideas and yet still there are too many possibilities to write them all. It was not always this way.
I used to write only when I felt like it. Or was especially inspired. Or had to. That led to unfinished work, unstructured gibberish, or wracking my brain for something – anything – to fill the page with. This blog changed that. Daily writing. Facing a blank page. And filling it. You learn to manage. To cope. To write.
I have been surprised, many times, when a post that I wasn’t particularly impressed with generated praise. Of course I had read that just because the words flow doesn’t mean they are great and vice versa – struggling to put it down doesn’t make it bad. Actually seeing it over the last year has been a big push for me.
My professional writing is also better. It’s tighter. If I need to keep my blog post under 500 words, why can the memo be just as short? And clear, free of game changing, paradigm shifting, outside-of-the-box jargon that defines modern business correspondence?
Why indeed. There is more to being a writer than residuals.