Been Awhile

Why is it when you're just starting out, writing feels like an enormous chore? Every word feels as if it's pulled out with some kind of blunt-tipped instrument, and your head is more like the remnants of a Saigon bombing campaign than actual human tissue.

Then, when you've been at it for a few decades, returning to it after time spent doing other things, it feels like returning to a friend, or a lover, or a friend who might become a lover, if you say and do the right things.

I've been teaching a new workshop, called Releasing Doubt, which ended on July 23rd), and will be on to the next on August 6th (on The Wisdom of Transformation). Meeting lots of new people, and hopefully helping some to find a new way of looking at their personal stories.

In between, I have to decide what to work on next. I'm doing lots of interviews for Wake Up to Your Weight Loss (see this link for one I did on Monday with Sedona Talk Radio: http://sedonatalkradio.com/content/view/118/213/), and playing around with the ultimate choice: another non-fiction book, a novel, screenplay or play? I have outlines for all four sitting on my computer's hard drive.

Not a bad problem to have, I suppose.

As I get older, and hopefully more experienced, what I work on becomes so much more important. I don't know if other people experience this, but my writing is not just work I can leave behind when I shut off the computer. It affects me personally, forms the basis for whatever growth (or lack thereof) I will experience for the next year or two of my life. So between now and the 6th, I'll ruminate. I'll woolgather. I'll talk to as many people in the press as I can before my brain turns to mush.

And I will decide. Eventually.