Resolute About Resolutions

The first entry on the first day of the first year of a new decade, like so many things, suffers from its own celebrity. Such an august occasion demands such purple prose that the optimal time for their composition could get lost in the shuffle of, well, the first day of the first year of a new decade.

Let that not be a lesson, for it is a lesson already learned.  Let it be a REMINDER that saving/waiting/procrastinating in the name of Best Possible is not even Exercise In Futility.  It is DELUSION.  Let it be a reminder to DO, first, whatever Right thing is right in front of me.  

Without fanfare — hell, without content — I slip this post in before midnight and, voila, I am on track with a resolution to WRITE EVERYDAY.  

It seems like a modest enough goal, eh?  You’d be surprised.  Someone once said to me — I feel certain she was quoting someone else but I can’t remember whom and I daren’t risk a Google Search when midnight bears down as on Cinderella’s glass slippers — that the hardest part of writing is keeping your butt in the chair.

Years and years ago, a literary agent who regularly ate at Cafe Figaro in West Hollywood when I worked as the Night Cashier, confided to me that the secrets to Writing are three: writing, writing and more writing.

Remember back in the elementary school day, when an assignment to write 300-500 words was daunting?  Whereas I typically struggle to bring a blog entry in at under a thousand words, lo and behold, I discover that waiting until the final hour of the day brings it in swiftly, and at well under 500 words.

Good to know.  Short and sweet being generally thought to be Good, less sweetness warrants more brevity.