Sep 17, 2014 12:11 PM
I could make excuses. I have a deck to build, and I'm building a camping trailer with my wife. The latter needs to be ready for camping (though not necessarily done) by the end of October, and the former needs to be done before it snows (and who knows when that will be). My stove and clothes washer are out of order and I can't afford to have someone else fix them, so it's up to me. And on and on.
But I'm not going to make excuses. The fact is that there have been many times when I could have found the time to write, and I haven't. I kept myself busy with other things that I could pretend were more important, and when I did sit down to write, I couldn't get myself moving on it.
But rather than sit around waiting for the muse, I've decided to take some steps to push myself in the right direction. The other day I was walking the stacks at the library, looking for inspiration. I found a book of myths, and thought that might spark an idea for a short story. But before I even opened the book, I happened to be listening to an old Dragnet episode on Netflix (I listen while I do dishes and sort laundry—the hazards of working at home) and I had one of those "what if" moments.
My idea has nothing to do with the plot of the episode; it was just one phone call about a bank robbery that Joe Friday answered. But I thought to myself "what if the motive for that robbery was not money?" If I write the story, you'll know the details.
Then, on the very next episode, there was another phone call, about a bank manager who was being threatened over the phone by a woman who said she had a gun aimed at the manager and would shoot if he didn't hand over money. Something one of the officers in the station said to Friday suggested another story. So we'll see where that one goes.
What I've really been bad about is editing video. I have a fair amount of footage I've already shot, but I don't seem to have the brain to organize it right now. That might be a better winter project.
As far as songs are concerned, I haven't written on since I Guess I Learn To Live Without You. But I'm starting another session of Pat Pattison's online class on Coursera, and that usually gets my juices flowing. I'm also taking a jazz improv class, which scares the life out of me, but that can be a good thing.
But I don't think I want to wait until then. I think it's time to just play around with rhythms and chords and scales until something talks to me.
I need to get back into the habit of writing every day.