How I Screwed Up Writing Every Day
And the Story Still Isn’t Finished
Write every day. That’s my goal. I love to write. I work in my home office every day. I rarely go out thanks to COVID. What could possibly go wrong?
Unfortunately, I also Love Research
Sure, I could look out my office window. I would probably see a squirrel romping around in the leaves. Then I could write a couple paragraphs about my love of nature, of squirrels, and how this brings me to nirvana. I could end with a sentence encouraging my readers to delight in the wonders of the autumn season.
Sadly there’s a lot of this meaningless rubbish out there. (Stop being judgmental, MaryJo. It’s a bad habit of yours.)
Ok, no squirrels in leaves. How about your favorite subject: Johann Sebastian Bach? After all the Bach chapter is one of two stories not in your yet-to-be-editing forthcoming book. At the moment, it’s only a chapter heading in Oh Look . . . There’s a Squirrel.
Bach! Go for it!
Think it through carefully. What would readers find interesting? Maybe a discussion of the almost 200 cantatas Bach wrote following the liturgical calendar? Surely you’re kidding? Even you, a Bach fan, think that sounds boring.
