I had a great eight hours writing yesterday — one of those long fugues where I only stopped when I realized that funny lightheaded feeling was hunger and that it was almost 9 p.m. — and though the essay I’m working on will never be what I want it to be, it has improved, and my workshop buddy will come back this week and make it All Better, or at least point out the obvious problems and how I can fix them.
I’m resuming the write-a-thon this afternoon, after I get back from the Y, but working on other pieces. I got motivated when I organized my handouts from the MFA program, which had drifted this way and that in my office when I began working on the outline for the one-day Writing on the Web workshop I’m doing for PLAN this November, and unearthed some notes on an essay I had shrugged off a year or so ago. I remembered the essay as an interesting failed attempt, and yet my instructor saw it as a work in progress.
Posted on this day, other years:
- My dogma and my car-ma - 2008
