After some encouragement I’ve decided to gather up a fistful of my stories and organize them into an anthology of short pieces. This is going to take a little time.
Housekeeping the digital files is complicated by my habit of archiving documents by the random words that seems appropriate when I first title a work-in-progress. This practice has led to such winners as “serial killer housewife” and “glimmerdrop unicorn warparty” and doesn’t even get into the weirder monikers. First up is renaming those files. Next is transferring the three notebooks of hand-written shorts into the computer.
*bangs head on desk*
For a long time I was diligent about typing things into the wordbox, but then I got lazy. If you’re still reading this you’re thinking to yourself, “So what, whiner-girl? Why should I care about your crappily-named-messed-up-files?”
I don’t have an answer, I’m busy procrastinating here.
Let’s segue. My motto here at ye olde blogge is “celebrate a little danger”. The point being that we shouldn’t let opportunities pass by without grabbing the tiger by the tail and hanging on for the ride. We aren’t getting any younger, people. Now is the time.
What tasks and goals have you back-burnered? Maybe you always wanted to swim through a tunnel, dance naked on the beach, or ride a camel across the desert. Oddly enough, I’ve done two of those three examples. I’ll let you worry about which one I haven’t gotten around to yet.
Point is you should make the time to pull out the list and cross off a few items. This might be the only shot you have at tackling that dream, meeting that challenge, or facing that fear head on. Go on. Live a little. I took my own advice (for once), and plowed forward with a project I’ve been considering for a while.
Thus my challenge to you on this final day of May: