Way, Way Behind

“Everyone has a plan…until they get hit”.
–Mike Tyson

It’s over half way through the month and I’m way behind on my pages. Some days writing feels a lot more like boxing than anything else. It requires discipline, stamina, and strategy. And strategy goes right out the window when you get into the ring.

I’ve been behind in my pages because I’ve been “hit”. What happened? Life happens, of course. Work. Family. Other commitments. Oh, and just plain avoidance and laziness, too.

Boxing also requires a certain amount of confidence and bravery. One part of my resistance is fear. In some ways it seems I don’t know where my play is heading (lacking confidence) but the truth is I know exactly where it is I’m going and what I want to write about but don't really want to go there (fear).

It's about the midpoint when I always wonder if this is trip is worth it. Why did I start this? What was I thinking? It happens every time, but I plunge on. Why? I'm masochistic. That's the long way of saying, I'm a writer.

I also know that if I can smell fear, then I'm on the right track.

So off I go…today I’m back on track, doing my pages…