Yesterday in this blog I wrote “I’m not going to write and rewrite and fiddle with my script for a whole 24 hours. I’m not. I’m not even going to read it again … Well, I might allow myself a peek… I’m going to watch TV mindlessly, and eat a proper tea, and go to bed at a decent time”
Here’s what actually happened: I watched TV quite mindlessly for about two hours, had a semi-proper tea (there’s nothing wrong with Weetabix and raspberries) and then started to toddle off to bed. Let the dogs out for a late night wee, locked the front door, turned off the lights and then.. as I was walking past the desk, I thought “I did say I might have a little peek…”
That was at about, I dunno, 10.30? 11? The next time I looked at the clock it was 2.25.
At just past three a-blinking-m I finished the whole draft.
It gets worse. I sent it off to the poor guy who’s agreed (bet he’s sorry now!) to read and advise, and went to bed. Woke up at 8 feeling tired and sick, that weird exhausted tummy-delicate, not-quite-here feeling. On the beach it was beautiful and as I sat in my usual stew of thoughts and half-ideas, it came to me! I knew that what I’d written last night was OK but there was a new slant… something missing… and I couldn’t wait to get off the beach and back at my desk.
Three hours later, it’s done. Draft 3 is sent off. My head is aching, my left leg has gone awol again, I’m really really hungry and very very happy.
What if this little play somehow glorifies God? What if? Wouldn’t that be
FAB!!!!!!
That’s why I love writing. Passion, joy, energy, commitment, determination… not to mention stupidity and confusion. How wonderful that God can take all these things and make use of them.
