--I DIDN'T PLAN IT THAT WAY
We all have dreams. Some of us get to them. Most of us don't. Are aspirations--the really big ones--sit there like a giant heap of marbles in our pockets and brains, chinking every once in a while.Below is a post about "How not to write," but it could be about how not to do whatever it is you've always wanted to do.
I thought it was interesting and hope you do, too:
--How not to write?
Sign up for another writer’s conference instead of actually writing.
Constantly tell yourself you have nothing to say.
Consult your horoscope.
Make a list of all the people who don’t think you’ll cut it as a writer.
Open an office.
Look for affirmation from everyone around you.
Ignore your own sorrows, passions, and music.
Whine about how nobody understands you.
Talk to telemarketers.
Play solitaire on the computer.
Complain about the English teacher who scared you.
Make a to-do list with writing as the top priority.
Edit as you go.
Check the rules of grammar and punctuation before you finish every paragraph.
Talk about your ideas so much that even you lose interest.
Wait until you have children.
Wait until your children stop teething, finish soccer season, and go off to college. Wait until you have two hours of interrupted time to write.
Wait until you quit smoking, quit drinking, or find the right drink and are stone drunk.
Wait until your siblings move and your parents die. Wait until you meet the love of your life. Wait until the divorce is final.
Wait until you go on vacation. Wait until the vacation is over. Wait until you retire.
Wait until you find your muse and are inspired.
Wait until a doctor says you have six months to live.
Then die with your words inside of you. --Regina Brett