I’ve been doing a lot of walking, thinking, and writing lately.
To be honest, I’m someone who doesn’t know what I think until I write. Writing helps me work out my thoughts. But thinking by itself is always welcome as well.
I do a lot of thinking whilst walking. Come to think of it, whilst is a great word that I don’t use often enough.
Whenever I feel stuck, I like walking around my house. I enjoy being alone with my thoughts.
Sometimes I write after a walk. I often have an easier writing session. Easy in the sense that the words come to me.
I always try to put what’s on my mind onto the page.
Life makes me feel pulled and pushed in every direction. So I appreciate being able to step back, being able to think.
Besides, we don’t have to be doing something every second of every day.
I’m all for action, acting. But I’m also a thinker as well. Having time to think just doesn’t happen unless we set aside time for it.
Don’t get me started on overthinking. But I encourage you to ponder or wonder.
If you could do one thing and only one thing right now, what would it be?
I had the right of way while walking across the street. A car hit me on my right side, and I fell down on my left.
After spending about half an hour on the ground and about 30 minutes in an ambulance, I spent another 4 hours at the hospital.
Waiting so long gave me a lot of time to think. I even wondered whether I’d tell anyone about what happened.
I know I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life.
Everyone told me I’m okay. But I don’t feel okay. I don’t feel fine on the inside. My body hurts so much.
Still, I realize I’m lucky to be alive. I’m lucky to walk out of this with my life.
Wrong place, wrong time. Accidents happen.
I don’t want to be angry or bitter. I don’t want to cry any more than I already have. I do want to move on.
That being said, I feel scared. I’m terrified I won’t be the same. I have no idea how much this incident will affect me from now until the day I die.
I wish I could brush it all under the rug. Too bad I can’t.
February 6th, 2018 was the worst day of my life.
Read while squatting.
Write while standing.
Talk while skipping.
Listen while stretching.
Or just get more exercise by actually exercising, Herminia, and not trying to cut corners. Just a suggestion.
Can you tell I’m really, really lazy?
Because I’m an awkward person, these questions make me feel even more awkward.
“How many followers you have?”
What I think: More than you.
What I say: A few.
“Are you published?”
What I think: Does it matter?
What I say: Sort of?
“Can I read [an unfinished project]?”
What I think: NO!
What I say: Sure!
I’m also a mean, rude, and paradoxical person.
I am an introvert.
That doesn’t mean I’m shy or afraid to speak my mind.
And if you get me going, I’m pretty much the opposite.
I think. I read. I write.
But I express when necessary. I communicate with purpose.
I am an introvert. And I am proud of it.
Look at it this way:
More thinking = More drafting
More drafting = More writing
More writing = More rewriting
More rewriting = More editing
More editing = More formatting
More formatting = More publishing
- Think about your project for (Camp) NaNo days and sometimes months in advance.
- Jolt awake on March 31st or June 30th or October 31st because you realize there are X amount of hours left, yet you are wholly unprepared, despite all the “thinking” you’ve done.
- Attempt to outline.
- Throw away said outline.
- Consider starting another one.
- Stop outlining.
- With half an outline if you’re lucky or nothing but an idea if you’re like me, start typing.
- Convince yourself that you can’t possibly write X amount of words in one day.
- Somehow manage to write more words than you thought you could for an entire month.
- Finish and hopefully win (Camp) NaNo looking like you barely survived a vampire, werewolf, and zombie apocalypse.
- Throw a party…or thirty because no one is judging.
- Procrastinate for the next NaNo even though you know you shouldn’t.
I’m trying to be slightly funny and partially serious. I don’t think I accomplished either.