An Altered Book
Mixed Media, 2003
Chapter 3: Paper Pills
left page: PAPER PILLS
scraps of paper
hard.black page: delicious
white page: I// w//a//n//t// i//w//a//n//t// nothing/all
all of the odds and ends of thought scribbled on the bits of paper.
So yesterday I worked for one hour on my new novel outline. It is the 22nd day of my 100 days of writing challenge and I have written a little bit over 7 and a half hours.
But you know what? I changed my focus and it allows nanowrimo, so I am not worried about getting my hours up. I mean, I do have to write 50k words in November. If I write 1ooo words in an hour, that's 50 hours of writing in only one month, less than 1 1/2 hours per day. And I would still have the rest of October and December to get my hours.
Okay, so it might still be a challenge, given my September/October so far, but it is doable.
You realize of course the biggest challenge to writing is never the actual writing. It's showing up to the page. The biggest challenge to being an artist is not the art, it's the living breathing thinking struggling artist herself.
That's why so many artist/writers/actors/musicians etc have been notoriously crazy/drunken/egomaniacal/strung out. I think they self medicate or often get overwhelmed.
The demons are on the inside, and you have to get through them to get to the page, sometimes.
But it's okay. It really is. The demons are only as scary as the power we give them.
Haha. I didn't understand how this post went where it did, and then I looked back at the pages from the altered book.
Paper Pills. Little odds and ends of thoughts. I want. Nothing/All. The whole universe in the word.
It's still a little abstract, this post.
I'm okay with that.