Nag the Words onto the Paper

Early Typewriter

“Click, clack, clickity clack, the thoughts go down the rolling track.

Clack, clack, clickity clack, the thoughts to down the rolling track.

Clack, clack, clickity clack, the thoughts go down the rolling track.”

Fiction and I have not been seeing eye to eye of late. Actually, I’ve had a bit of a struggle to keep myself writing at all. It’s like exercise. I know I need to do it every day in order to stay healthy and in even the most remote shape, but like exercise…

Well, I am fat, you know.

So, how do I motivate myself to keep on doing those mental pushups?

I’m not sure. I’ve never been good at self motivation.

Fortunately, for me, I don’t have to be.

You see, I’ve spent the last year living with my parents. I love my parents. I enjoy living with them, and the fact that they spoil the crap out of my golden retriever means she loves them, too. I often feel blessed that I get to have conversations with them on a daily basis and generally share my thoughts and feelings with them while they’re here. I benefit from their insights and wisdom. I am strengthened by their presence. The only down side, of course, is being a 28 year old man that lives with his parents.

There was one unseen side effect of sharing a house with them, though.

My Dad nags me.

I don’t mean that he’s always telling me to clean my room or mow the lawn.

He asks me what I’ve written each day, often several times over the course of an evening. Especially if I’d rather be watching TV in the living room, or moping about things beyond my control on the internet. Actually, I think his finely honed Dad Senses have retained their edge quite nicely after 4 kids. He seems to know exactly when I’m slacking off and when I’m working. He only ever bugs me about writing when I’m staring off into space or sadistically torturing my mouse by clicking reload over and over again. (I am aware that F5 does the same thing. My keyboard is sacred. Click the spinning circles.)

I guess what I’m saying is, I’ll just keep click, clack, clickity clacking, maybe someday soon, I’ll be able to shout, “EUREKA! I WROTE SOMETHING BRILLIANT!”

It might be the theory of relativity.

It might be a prophesy about short-pants.

But, I’ll have written it because my dad asked me how many words I’ve written today.

Thanks Dad.

3 thoughts on “Nag the Words onto the Paper

  1. Would somebody please start nagging me too? Because my manuscript keeps giving me the evil eye of ‘you have outlined and planned the hell out of me- get writing.’ I have around 1/3 done- then I have a million excuses for stalling out. Does someone want to be hired as my personal writing nag? I pay in cookies and witty, clever conversation. I have been kicking butt at 750 words- I just started and have done it for 31 straight days- which with the clusterfuck life has been? Doing that everday is grand- though I usually use it to whine and make lists. Lordy.


      1. Why, yes I have! I wrote two posts, my 750 words, then STARED at my manuscript and went back to writing thank you notes. This counts, right?

Comments are closed.

Previous article

#Doodle – Back Alley Tweets

Next article

#Doodle – Color a Monster Day