As a writer, it’s sometimes easy to forget (and by contrast hard to remember) how much the actual act of writing itself solves many of the problems I find myself facing. So many of my worries, fears, and doubts would be easily remedied if I just committed to doing the writing instead of allowing resistance to win.
Excerpted from my Raymond Waites Morning Pages journal on December 18, 2016
Writing doesn’t have to be meaningful; it just has to be writing.
I had this thought earlier this morning while lying in bed. It was probably around 6:00 am or so, and I couldn’t fall back asleep because I was worried about what I should write when I woke up.
I’m making another go at getting up early so I can do my writing for the day rather than staying up til midnight or so to do it. For one thing, it never gets done that way; I’m usually too tired, and there are always more “important”—more like more “fun”—things to do. So I’m back at it again, trying to get the writing done early before the rest of the day’s stresses and pressures have a chance to catch up.
When I say “getting my writing done,” I’m not just talking about these MPs. I desperately want to continue writing fiction, even if it’s not part of a story just now. All I’m looking for are the seeds of stories, and if I simply plant the seeds day by day, then they will be naturally nourished and start to grow into something more. It’s like the saying goes:
What you water grows.
I want to include in this entry a few insightful words of spiritual wisdom I recently found in my small faux-leather version of the classic devotional My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers. I’ve been reading this lately to try to get some devotional time in every day. This passage comes from the date of December 15th and is entitled “Approved Unto God.” It reads:
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