Me: I’m alive.
You: I don’t care.
Me: You didn’t miss me, at all?
You: No. What’s the word count?
Me: Um. Well. Taking a bit of a break from making words and reading some.
You: You know that’s procrastination, right?
Me: Wanna know what I’m reading?
You: No. But I can’t tell there’s no stopping you from telling me…
First, holy fuck, this book:
Life’s Companion: Journal Writing as Spiritual Practice by Christina Baldwin
OK, here’s the thing. I hate journaling. I am not spiritual. I am all wet from this book. So… like, I think you should read it. It clearly entered my life at just the right time. Learn more about Christina at Peer Spirit — and then (or first) grab a pen, notebook and start to journal.
Second, I’m revisiting this one:
A Year of Writing Dangerously: 365 Days of Inspiration & Encouragement by Barbara Abercrombie
An incredible, hard-working writer who demystifies everything. I’ve read A Year of Writing Dangerously before; I’m re-reading it now as someone who’s managed to pen two novels—one in six months, and one in 18—and trying to figure out why the hell I’m stuck now… and unfortunately, whenever I’m feeling too stuck and too unfocused, trading the book for Barbara’s old blog & her new one, which is full of the most delicious digressions that I can claim are professional development, d’ya see?
A quote in Christina Baldwin’s Life’s Companion led to me to:
A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves
…and I’m still waiting for it to arrive on my doorstep, but in the meantime, Reeves has a blog, of course, and this one article on particular about the difference between morning pages, journaling, and writing practice, and…
You: You know what? Neglecting me for writing is one thing. Neglecting me for reading about writing…
Me: It’s part of the process. An essential part of the process. Now come kiss me before I disappear again.
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