It’s a world of opportunity. Unfortunately, it’s also a world of rationalization.
I write best in the mornings. Most days I awaken brimming with ideas. Complications arise and slowly accumulate as the day makes its lonely way to sunset. By mid-afternoon, I’m bailing complications with a straw cowboy hat from a sinking rowboat. Also, time accelerates as the day progresses. I’ve been trying to prove this, but none of my watches works properly. I’ve got to get one calibrated to practical time.
It’s morning, and I’m writing. What’s not to like?
This blog, while I hope it is enjoyable for you to read, is a means for me to put off writing something more substantial. It’s my way of singing, or playing, scales.
Bum-bum-bum-bum-BUM-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-BUM. Bum-BUM!
Now, a cup of coffee is necessary. I sip it while managing crucial tasks like wishing all my Facebook friends happy birthday and scanning the Twitter feed(s) because, well, I can hardly keep up with it 24/7. A man has to sleep sometimes. Having completed those arduous tasks, I have some breakfast.
Now I’m ready. To play my guitar. Or read a while. This is all in the name of retrieving all those ideas I had at seven-thirty.
Or I can do this. Just start writing aimlessly and hope a direction comes along. It’s a bit like taking a trip and flipping a coin at every stop sign to determine which way to go. Heads, chapter in novel. Tails, short story.
It is in lieu of actual inspiration. It is trench warfare to be used until reinforcements arrive.
It is urgent for, soon, time shall start accelerating again.
Read my short stories. There’s quite a collection. I’ve written two novels, The Audacity of Dope and The Intangibles, and two more are on the way. For more information, go to http://www.montedutton.com.