Yesterday I went promptless and felt a bit like someone lolling around the house scratching and belching. I felt shiftless, and when crunch time came, I was muttering to myself about being lazy and that was the moment the title came: “Lackadaisical.” From there, I just wrote it. Boring, but that’s how it goes sometimes. Today I was determined to be freshly motivated and returned to the prompts. It was a good prompt, too. However, I just didn’t have my mind right about it. I felt other things going on that I didn’t want to pass up so I went with the poem that was asking to be on the page. Finishing course preps for the new semester that starts on Monday doesn’t help either, but I have a feeling it will always be something trying to get in the way of daily writing.
I think I may have to do some planning if I’m not going to drive myself crazy with this project. I may check the prompt first thing in the morning and see if it fits the three specific projects I’m trying to fill with this year of drafting. If it doesn’t though, I’m going to just write. After the stack of drafts gets high enough, there may be revision weeks. As long as there is productive drafting, that should be enough.