Musings on musings

I had an amazing conversation with the amazing Em the other night. We talked of writing and of motivation, what works, what doesn’t and what we do or don’t do to get our butts in the chair to write. Our conversation touched on some BIG THINGS, namely how creativity begets creativity and how sitting on the sofa mindlessly watching television that is not well written enough to justify our attention ain’t getting it done. I’m so much better than I used to be, but....

I’m one of the world’s great dreamers. I talking epic dreams here. Dreams I’ve decided must come true. Ah, there’s the rub. I’ve focused on the DECIDING they must come true without putting focus on the doing what needs to be done for them to come true.

I’m also a doer, but not one of the world’s great ones. Part of the problem, maybe the biggest part, is one of lack of desperation. I like my house, my husband, my family, my friends, my work and my income. I’ve become complacent.

So, it comes down to finding where desperation lives inside me. Where’s the big terror? And when I examine this thought, I know exactly where terror and desperation live. For me, they live in that horrible place of passing time. Passing, passing, passing. Every day, every hour, every moment passing.

There’s an old saying, Five frogs were sitting on a log. Two decided to jump off. How many were left? Five. This is the difference between deciding and doing.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go do.