I made it happen. Here is my one-line-shitty-Anne-Lamott-first draft:
“Walking through the sterile-white halls, Techa scratched at the collar of her new jacket. She felt uncomfortable but couldn’t tell if the itch came from the material or what waited for her in the meeting hall.”
And then of course I played with it a little:
“Walking through the sterile-white halls, Techa scratched at the collar of her new jacket. She felt agitated but couldn’t determine if the itch came from the material or what waited for her in the meeting hall.”
And a little more:
“Walking through the sterile-white halls, Techa readjusted her collar. She struggled to determine if her irritation stemmed from the jacket’s material or what waited for her in the meeting hall.”
So, I forced myself to write this at 10:30 pm tonight because I made a promise to myself yesterday. There is something to writing a goal down and committing to it whether it is a high-stakes or low-stakes goal.
Even though it is late at night, I am surprised with how I feel right now. After playing with this line, I am more excited about the prospect of writing tomorrow morning. If my family wasn’t waiting to watch The Lord of the Rings, I would continue writing right now. Perhaps this will be another technique I can use to keep my writing momentum going especially when I hit a patch of writer’s block.
