How do you write like you're running out of time?

Since the original cast recording of the Broadway sensation Hamilton was released, I've realized through a single line that I completely deserve my middle name (and being named after our "ten dollar Founding Father without a father"):

Song: My Shot
Hamilton: Oh, am I talkin' too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth.

I talk. A lot. Sometimes too much. And sometimes too loud. And the huge majority of the time, too fast and over zealous. I know this about myself and I try to control it when I can, but it's always been a part of me. Maybe that's a Hamilton gene I just can't escape.

The lines that I wish I deserved are these:

Song: Non-Stop
Burr: How do you write like you're running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time? /.../ How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write every second you're alive?

I used to be like this. I used to spend hours writing, writing, writing with so many words and stories flowing out of me, nearly falling asleep at an old desktop computer after finishing my homework just so I could keep writing. I filled notebooks with story ideas, titles, paragraphs, pages, whole chapters, character descriptions, themes, anything that had captured my imagination at the time. I wrote like there was no tomorrow, like I needed it as much as air. And a piece of me truly did.

Now, I can go long stretches without writing, and that bothers me. I like writing! I'm doing it right now! I'm a freelance writer for crying out loud! The problem is my old writing habits of fiction, poetry, and personal essays have dwindled. Those are the ones I need to get back to.

Sometimes I blame technology. "If there weren't so much instant free entertainment to distract me, I'd be writing more!" Sometimes I blame my education. "If I hadn't learned so much about writing, I wouldn't be overthinking it, I'd just be doing it!" Sometimes I blame myself. "I'd write more if I just turned off my phone and Netflix and all games and made myself do it!" Sometimes I hate myself. "I procrastinate too much. I'm too afraid of writing something that's not good. Might as well not write anything at all. If I didn't think these things, I'd be writing! Stupid me."

Occasionally, any of these things is true. Back when I could only write with a pen and paper in bed, back when my phone didn't have texting and wifi, way back when I was your age and walked 17 miles in the snow to my typewriter, I wrote more. Back before I learned about making my stories "marketable" and how to use precise structure, I wrote more for pleasure and now have a hard time getting past the "but can I sell this?" mindset. I do procrastinate a lot (some of these posts on here sit for months in the draft folder before being published, and considering how long I've had this website, I should have way more than double the amount of posts - like this post, it's been 5 MONTHS since I started writing it) and I am easily distracted. I need to get more control of that. And I am especially susceptible to impostor syndrome when it comes to my writing and art. Since that's a deeper psychological issue than just willpower, it's a lot harder to control than distractions. 

But I'm finally publishing this post that I began in January (omfg) because it's time to do something about this writing. I'm tired of having this sit here and waiting for the "perfect moment" to publish or putting too much time into editing when really, what matters in this moment is the content, not the fanciful way it was written.

How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive?

Maybe I'll remember soon.

Su-su-STUDIO!

One of my favorite shops has closed and been sold. No longer The Picket Fence, this incredible 100+ year old house is being renovated into an art gallery. Welcome to Malvern, Gallery 222!

The best thing about this amazing pro-artist space is that the four bedrooms on the second floor are all being converted into private art studios. Guess who got the first one?

Mine will be in the room that would have been a nursery way back in the day and was used in the last 20ish years as a beautiful dressing room. With the closet add-ins removed, I can finally see the bones of this space that will be my official creating space. It needs a lot of work, but these pics are from the first demo day! It's already off to a great start.

I am so excited and cannot wait for the floors to get buffed, the walls to be painted, the lights put in, and the key in my hands! Plus, I'll have a fabulous view of the backyard garden, which is going to be an awesome relaxing hang-out spot this summer.

You'll be able to stop by and check out my latest jewelry, mixed media and traditional art, origami flower balls, and more. As always, special orders are my favorites and I love meeting new customers and sharing the process with other artists!

Let's get making things!

Mad Libs

I really like books that have directions or blanks to fill. I like books that tell me what to do or ask me questions and then want me to write the answers inside of them instead of just babbling on to the next sentence. I've always liked surveys that ask questions other than name, age, sex, race - a.k.a. surveys that aren't standardized tests. And if they ask me opinions or are some sort of personality quiz or writing / art prompt? Cue Stevie Wonder singing, "Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours!"

I have never finished any of those books. I have "read" them countless times, browsing their pages, occasionally filling in a blank here and there, sometimes doing what it says...but more often than not, I ignore their pleas and questions and end up collecting mountains of them. Less-than-half-finished prompting books and thoroughly-read-yet-never-put-into-action books line my shelves and the floor around my bed.

Why is that?

Is it a fear of finishing something? A desire not to have "wrong" answers to certain questions? A worry about running out of space if I write too much and want to add to it later? Or maybe just laziness? Or the excitement of those blanks yet to be filled, brimming with potential?

I really don't know. What I do know is that I'll always be collecting books like these and enjoying every one of them.