(Note: I wrote the following post at 2:36 a.m. this morning. I’m trying not to edit it very much).
I found this quote from David Evanier in DISCOVERING THE WRITER WITHIN by Bruce Ballenger and Barry Lane: “If you want to be a writer don’t expect anything for it. Get a job. Get a family. Just do it before you die or get off the pot.”
I think that’s what my problem is. I have expectations. I have expectations that I’m going to be The Next Great American Novelist. I probably shouldn’t have any expectations. Maybe I should just write and see what happens next. That’s all I can do: see what happens next.
Yeah, I feel more charged, writing in the early morning. That reminds me of an article I read on THE COMICS JOURNAL website about Ernie Bushmiller, creator of Nancy, the legendary comic strip character (a sample of which I posted above. Ernie didn’t start work until 2 o’clock in the afternoon and didn’t get finished often until the wee hours of the morning. Maybe I should do that. Maybe I should change the time I write.
Yeah, it’s quiet this morning. I’m sitting in my living room/dining room, with my pen in hand. The only noise I can hear is the sound of the fan whirring.
The temperature was cool yesterday, cooler than the day before. It was still humid though. I think the humidity saps my strength and makes me want to go in the bedroom and sleep. I don’t want to sleep now, at least not until I finish this notebook entry. I want to write. I just hope I think of something creative
Yeah, I don’t want to write the same ol’ garbage every day. But sometimes I’m going to. Why? Because that’s the way I am! I may have to go into the depths of my psyche to find something original to say. Why? Because that’s the way I am.
I want to be free, free to write whatever I want to write about. I need to be free. I write because I am, that’s about the only reason. But it’s still the best reason.
Gad, I’m just rattling off right now. But I want to. I want to be me. I have to be me.
Yeah, now I have Dexy’s Midnight Runners in my head. In my country, the U.S., they’re famous for the song “Come On Eileen,” their only big hit. In the U.K., however, they scored a few other hits. I remember listening to them on Radio Shack DX-40 shortwave radio in high school. The BBC world service broadcasted, a weekly program of the top twenty hits in the U.K. I listened to it as much as I could. The top twenty in the U.K. was waaaay more interesting than the top twenty in the U.S. Maybe because it was more exotic. To this Ohio boy the U.K. was a place far away, while the U.S. was home. In our country we had Air Supply. Arrggh!
Book: CONVERSATIONS WITH RABBI SMALL by Harry Kemelman.
Music: “War”–Edwin Starr.