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I sit at a coffee shop down the street from my house. It's called Lola Savannah. I look up at the chalkboard and realize they have a shake called Chai me a river. The Beatle's "Let it be" sets the current mood. It's Saturday morning. I'm here because I have to work. I have to write a few hundred more headlines after writing what seems like thousands already. These headlines have to sell a Dell PowerEdge server to the CIOs of companies with 500 employees or more. My job is a breeze.
Four cyclists clomp in on their cleated shoes. Wait a minute, one of them is only wearing socks. Not even socks. But booties. Their clothes are made of lycra and spandex. Red, orange, yellow and all colors in between.
There's a television on at the far end of the coffee shop. The television is playing The Jetsons. It reminds me that I should be at home with my kids.
I'm here because I have to work.
This is perhaps one of the greatest inspirations for, instead, writing a blog post.
A dog is chained to a post just outside the window. This reminds me of the two basset hounds I used to have. I get a little weepy inside.
I go back to writing headlines for a while. I'm reminded of a line of advice given by Ron Carlson during a lecture at the Breadloaf Writer's Conference. The advice was: stay in the chair.
I try to follow his advice.
I sit here holding my pee.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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Oh, Stefani, my lovely little procrastination sister!!! It's nice to see your face in the blogosphere.
Now get back to work! Wait, I'm yelling that at me.
I love it when you go all random and deep.
"Four cyclists clomp in on their cleated shoes." That got me right, especially the verb. Actually, the whole post got me right. write more, kid, work, life willing, of course.
I got the uncensored version of that advice:
Keep your "ass on chair."
Maybe I should start following it. I mean, for actual writing, as opposed to all the meaningless activities for which my ass naturally gravitates to the seat.
Marion Winik is one of my favorite writers and she said the same thing - you have to open up shop. Even if you have no ideas and you are completely stuck, you have to stay at your desk the same as if you owned a retail store and needed to unlock the front door so customers can get in.
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I sit at a coffee shop down the street from my house. It's called Lola Savannah. I look up at the chalkboard and realize they have a shake called Chai me a river. The Beatle's "Let it be" sets the current mood. It's Saturday morning. I'm here because I have to work. I have to write a few hundred more headlines after writing what seems like thousands already. These headlines have to sell a Dell PowerEdge server to the CIOs of companies with 500 employees or more. My job is a breeze.
Four cyclists clomp in on their cleated shoes. Wait a minute, one of them is only wearing socks. Not even socks. But booties. Their clothes are made of lycra and spandex. Red, orange, yellow and all colors in between.
There's a television on at the far end of the coffee shop. The television is playing The Jetsons. It reminds me that I should be at home with my kids.
I'm here because I have to work.
This is perhaps one of the greatest inspirations for, instead, writing a blog post.
A dog is chained to a post just outside the window. This reminds me of the two basset hounds I used to have. I get a little weepy inside.
I go back to writing headlines for a while. I'm reminded of a line of advice given by Ron Carlson during a lecture at the Breadloaf Writer's Conference. The advice was: stay in the chair.
I try to follow his advice.
I sit here holding my pee.
Random stream of procrastination
Four cyclists clomp in on their cleated shoes. Wait a minute, one of them is only wearing socks. Not even socks. But booties. Their clothes are made of lycra and spandex. Red, orange, yellow and all colors in between.
There's a television on at the far end of the coffee shop. The television is playing The Jetsons. It reminds me that I should be at home with my kids.
I'm here because I have to work.
This is perhaps one of the greatest inspirations for, instead, writing a blog post.
A dog is chained to a post just outside the window. This reminds me of the two basset hounds I used to have. I get a little weepy inside.
I go back to writing headlines for a while. I'm reminded of a line of advice given by Ron Carlson during a lecture at the Breadloaf Writer's Conference. The advice was: stay in the chair.
I try to follow his advice.
I sit here holding my pee.