Maybe part of my problem of making any progress is because I’ve stopped looking at it as ‘work’. Hmmmm….
On this Labor Day, I think it’s important for us to remember that what we do when we sit down at the desk and write is work. Too many of the beginning writers I have known regard the writing that they do as not entirely necessary, as a pursuit that isn’t quite serious, as a task that is self indulgent, as something that can be put off to do something more serious, like clean the bathroom and make the beds, tasks which we do define as work. If we tell ourselves that we are going to our desks to write, rather than to work, we might lapse into believing that our writing isn’t as essential or as important as it truly is, or as essential and important as all the other kinds of work that we do.
When my mother was alive, she used to love to call me at…
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