In my quest to be published, and the pursuit of my wedding weight, (stop shaking your head), it’s good to have big dreams. I have stumbled, okay crashed into a new set of the three R’s.
Write, Resist, Run.
Writing, although not exactly an R, but having been used by our education system for years, I borrowed it. Anyway, the first R, writing means,
Every day I must write. Something. Anything. Preferably new, creative, wonderful, and with perfect grammar. There are those big dreams again.
As luck would have it, I am taking a workshop with Devon Ellington, Write in Company with Savvy Authors, which I would highly recommend by the way, not just the workshop but any of Devon’s workshops. Anyway, the main premise, of Write in Company, along with many other jewels of knowledge, is to write 1000 words each and everyday, no matter what.
I thought, that’s nothing. I can do that with my eyes closed. I have taken Candace Havens, Fast Draft, done May Bootcamp, how hard could a simple 1000 words be? Ha. It had to be on one project only! And new words! And there’s the rub. I like to flit around, revising, writing, revising, and of course stalling. I was stuck about 2/3 through my current WIP. So sitting down to get those 1000 words I crashed into the second R.
As luck would have it, I had just finished reading a fantastic book recommended by another wonderful, successful author and workshop leader, Shirley Jump.
The War of Art, by Steven Pressfield.
I love that title. Most people who aren’t artists think art is so cozy and creative, and comes down on fairy dust. Steven Pressfield knows better. It’s a war. A battle. And he calls the enemy, guess what, Resistance.
As luck would have it, in my weekly yoga class, the theme was, yes you guessed it -- Resistance. We had to hold a pose, longer than usual, okay really long, until our muscles and mind let go.
Which brings me to the third R - Run.
My typical response. Just get the hell out and never come back, to the yoga class, to the workshop, to my WIP. But the coincidences were piling up. I’d paid for the workshop, the yoga class with my teenage daughter beside me, oh yes, and there was that almost finished WIP.
So I squirmed and wormed and pushed back against the resistance, like the yoga instructor, Devon, and Steven Pressfield said I would. In the end I just had to acknowledge that second R, and like Nike says, Just Do It. So I did. Wrote the words each day no matter what, held the pose, ate the vegetables steamed...
I’d love to say that miraculously the resistance went away. No such luck Resistance is a tricky devil. It circles around, comes up with new strategies, hits when I’m weak. So each day, I name it for what it is, the enemy and come up with my own battle plans. And sometimes that is simply to name it, ignore it, or breathe through.
I’d love to hear how you handle the 3 Rs.