I have to go, to meet some friends from out of town. But this morning, after a late start with involved dreams that kept me setting the alarm back a half an hour for two hours and which I have no real memory of now, and stalling in the living room in which E finally said “Go. Leave the apartment. Write”, I made it to my writing spot, settled in, sipped my coffee, stretched, and started typing. Then I got the IM that it would soon be time to go—and I need to go home, get changed, and drop off my iBook. So today I wrote one paragraph. A long paragraph, yes, but just one. But it’s a very good paragraph, an exciting paragraph since it opens up a whole new world to the story, a paragraph I am (cautiously) thrilled to now have. (Always be cautious.) Maybe this is all I would have gotten done today, no matter how many hours I had to do it. And you know what? Some days, a good paragraph is all you need.
One Good Paragraph
I love your advice here, always be cautious. I try and recall this time and again, and this morning, I needed to hear it from someone else. So, reading blogs I like to read, and there it was, just the warning that my subconscious was looking for…
I’m happy with a really good sentence. As one who deals in very short stuff, one paragraph is often a finished work in itself. And you’re so right, Maybe a full day of effort wouldn’t have yielded more. Knowing when to get up from the work is as important as finding the time to sit down to it.
Well, if I could read that paragraph, it would be helping me. And lovely paragraph. And yes, essay’s make you tired, and a parargraph is all you need. Thank you.