Yesterday, life happened and I ended up in the emergency room with my daughter. She’s fine – or will be in a couple of weeks. Needless to say, my writing plans went out the window.
I wondered how on earth Stephen King manages to write every day. Surely the unexpected happens to him too. He can’t possibly write every single day. Then again, why would he lie about that? It’s not like he has anything to prove.
I thought about Steven Pressfield and The War of Art, in which he says “the professional shows up every day”. Every day. Not every day that it’s convenient, or every day that life doesn’t throw you a curve ball. Every day.
Well, damn.
So, I did the only thing that I could do. I opened up my notebook and wrote long hand for about a half hour. It’s not my best work, and it’s well below my current writing goal of two hours per day. But I showed up. I did the work.
How would you have handled this?
