Jack of Harts

I’ve been working on a story for a while. It is in the 1980s, so I’ve put together a nice list of 1980s music I like and have been immersing myself in it for weeks. It’s pretty fun. I’ve even be listening to it while writing, to deepen the immersion. Well… Yeah… It didn’t entirely work. Not saying it wasn’t fun or anything. But I have spent years putting together a list of songs that I write with. Songs that drive me and help to keep me focused.

I mean I like the story, but it wasn’t really DRIVING me. So last night I went to sleep and did not turn on my alarm. I woke up when I woke up, went to my computer, turned on my normal writing music, and went to work. Whelp. After several hours of pounding away at the keys, I had found the end of the story I was looking for and got up to stretch and relax and go do things not writing for an hour or so to clear my head. Now that I have the end written, I can go back through everything I wrote before it and see what stays and what goes. I’m thinking most will stay, but there are some words that will change as I now know exactly where to point to make the end hit just a little bit harder.

It’s amazing the ways we learn to write and the mechanisms we put in place to do it. I never needed them when I was younger. My mind was never out of focus for writing. I could always do it. Even when I didn’t want to. Now I have to focus on it. And I’ve found good ways to do it. I’m glad they are available to me. We have built an amazing world to live in, and I pray to God that we can give it to our children.