The other day, I found myself sitting on a park bench, notebook in lap, trying to write as I kept an eye on my daughter swinging in the playground. I don’t usually work well when I’m not at my desk. I try my best, whether waiting for an appointment or between meetings at school or in transit on a trip. But the work I get done in those in-between times usually isn’t great – either in quantity or quality. Too distracted, too uncomfortable, who knows?
This time, however, I just wrote. No excuses. I set myself a task – to discover what two of my characters had to say to each other – and wrote. Lo and behold, it worked. Their “conversation” will most likely never be used in my finished story, but it provided me with insights I needed. (Thanks, Susan!)
Lately I’ve been very focused on goals – the large one of finishing a second draft of my novel and the smaller ones of page counts or word counts. This time, I ignored my goals. I simply set an intention and “did,” much as I do with my yoga practice. (OK, try to do. Let’s be honest here.)
Whether it was the fresh air or the sounds of children at play, I don’t know, but I achieved more in that hour than I have in the past several sitting at my desk. Maybe I just needed a change of pace. Either way, I’m back on track to meeting my large goal.