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October 10, 2004
Contracted
It’s Sunday night and I don’t have anything specific to talk about. We just got done watching Cold Mountain, but I had an idea about getting my crap straight. There was one promise that I made here, that I would blog on a daily basis, and I’ve been pretty straight about keeping up with it, minus a few odd days, such as hurricanes, and on most of those occasions I make up for it by blogging twice the next day.
Something about saying something in writing works with me. When I was eight years old, my mother and father drew up a contract that I would never suck my thumb again. For some reason I was willing to try it and I signed my name. I don’t remember what their end of the bargain was—or if they even kept it, but I kept my end. From that day forward, I never stuck my thumb in my mouth unless there was fried chicken grease on it.
So, without further ado: Tomorrow I will start my day by walking the dog, and then journal for a half hour. Then, after having a bite to eat and take my meds, I will go straight to work and catch up. I will write twelve scripts, before noon.
Then I will make two appointments that I need to make—one of them being a dentist. I will package the book I need to send out, and run errands, and when I return begin work on the website that I have recently contracted.
On Tuesday, I will begin to write for myself once more—after journaling, I will spend an hour rewriting one scene for A Mirror’s Shard. I will also commit to working on that sort of creative writing once a day, in the beginning of the day.
It’s official. I wrote it. This is my contract. If it works for me, I'll recommend it to other people.
Isn’t commitment fun?
Posted by Bastique at October 10, 2004 11:58 PM