I turn 59 next month, getting up to the age where you’re growing conscious of your own mortality. When I was a teen, why I could do anything! I took it for granted I was gonna live forever! When I gave in to my writing life-calling at 27, I still had my whole life ahead of me. But not so now.
The trouble is, I’ve wasted a lot of time spinning my wheels as if I were still young. Two short stories and a rough draft of a novel; it was taking forever to get them done. Meanwhile Athena, my muse, keeps kissing me with new ideas. It’s great to get that little burst of excitement, but I hate the thought of dying before I write them down. Even if they’re never published, I at least want to get them into decent shape on paper.
So this past week I resolved to get off my duff. A story I call “Trade You Valentine’s Day for Halloween” is currently in the Critters queue, waiting for its turn. And I’ve additionally researched, and revised, a story about a time-jumping Holocaust Denier that was critiqued on Critters. And the novel rough draft? Done.
I’m sharing this partly because, I don’t want to stop now! Short bursts of productivity followed by long periods of languor, is not how I want the rest of my life to go.
I have sense enough not to stress, but I don’t want to drag my feet either. I’m finding it best to follow Master Bradbury’s four words of advice: WORK, RELAX, and DON’T THINK.