4 November, 2014 00:09

Simply crazy or empowered for action?

If I told you I have just completed typing 34,763 words in two-and-a-half days, would you think I was a weirdo?

Is it safe to tell you then, that that is exactly what I have done for the past two-and-a-half days? I have typed 34,763 words.

Oh, yes, they have been days of writing full-on, full-pelt as I’ve sat cocooned in the sounds of birds and waves, avoiding the sun bouncing off my laptop screen, half-lying half-seated beside Buzz, ensconced amidst a mountain of large, fluffy cushion, embraced by a passion.

What passion, you say? For notes and concepts to be in place for next month’s challenge (oh how I do love a challenge), I felt I needed to take an old hand-written diary of mine, a diary covering 8-and-a-half years of life, and transcribe it onto my laptop screen. 34,763 words. Stories of electricity and parties and soccer and walking and farm life and sick children and motherhood and cricket and floods and tractors and dummies and family feuds and friends and breastfeeding and moving houses and painting and fires and writing.

So here I squatted, focused with force, passionately tapping away at the keys with gusto. Making the most of many soul-movingly, infectious, inspirational kind of days.

I have a couple of public speaking engagements coming up in two weeks; I have a sermon to prepare for Southland for next week; but it is a manuscript for a book on the distant horizon that is currently bringing me such joy in the creating that I’m brimming with adrenalin and pumped with drive.

I guess that is just me; once focused, I can be a force to be reckoned with; a capable, passionate, goal-oriented, manic achiever. But it’s just for two-and-a-half days. It’s just for 34,763.

I’ve conquered the diary. The diary is closed beside me. My shoulders hurt but my heart is singing. My bum is sore but my face is glowing. My fingers will probably tap imaginary keys in my sleep tonight, but my mind is rewarding itself. It is done. It is finished. The task I set for these 3 days has been complete.

And now its blogging time. Time to record my achievement. Time to boast? Who, me, boast? Come on!!

I love the concept of blogging. It’s a delightfully charming thing to do. To jot down thoughts and form them into coherent phrases and hit a button til it all just pops out there into the universe. What’s not to love about it? I am a writer. Writing is what I do.

Particularly this week – it is only Wednesday afternoon and I have completely transcribed an old diary of mine – eight and a half years’ worth – into 34,763 words in just two-and-a-half days. HeHe.

I’m off to walk the beach, dine with friends, hug a tree, and dance in the street now. Fare-thee-well – love, joy and happy vibes