Patience

How does the saying go again?! "Art immitates life." Or is it the other way around?
In either case I am learning to write and I am writing to learn.
And both include patience.
Now patience is not my middle name.
My middle name actually means red in another language.
Red like temperament, red like fire, red like action.
So, you see, patience is not my middle name.
But - what´s in a name?!
Destiny is what we make of it.
Patience could become my adopted name!
Patience could become my life philosophy.
Patience could just become a new attitude.
Not even linked so entirely to the word patience, which connotes all sorts of "having to wait" scenarios.
Maybe patience is really just letting things flow.
And I totally believe in the flow.

Let the editor do the editing!

I was just listening to No Doubt´s "In my head"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuXcGG-ehZ8
when I drifting, in thought, to my "sequential book".
I was trying out ideas and kept pressing delete.
In my head.
It wasn´t even in writing!
And suddenly it hit me: Keep the editing for the editor.
Sometimes you just need to go. Do. Be. Write.
And think about the rest later.
Much later.
Because often the flow comes in the process and that is how you get your best ideas.
I hope this finally gets into my head!

Expectations and finding your own voice

As Christmas has been coming-up, I have been thinking about whether to be packing presents and generally preparing or writing.
We are surrounded by our and other´s expectations.
I have been also thinking about finding my own voice related to writing, oscillating between at least 3 different book ideas, which are quite different.
I thought these are two different topics and I would write two different blog-posts.
But it is one and the same.
We can find our own voice, meet our own needs and still be respectful of other people´s expectations - which often happen to have a lot to do with our own, we just externalise.
We just don´t always realize.
I can wrap the presents and prepare for Christmas and still find some time to write.
I can work on different books parallel, find the different right tones and be satisfied by the process.
My process.
It´s okay.
Everything is going to be alright.

How long is a page?

Mostly, I just decide to write.
I mean the moment before I then sit down to the computer and start writing.
I switch on the computer, open my files, maybe reread my notes or some of the actual text and then just continue or start another chapter of the book or make more notes.
But sometimes, after starting to write a couple of sentences, I just sit there and wait.
Wait for the page to be filled.
By some miracle magic something.
Okay - by me.
By my inspiration.
I want to be so immersed in the text and the thoughts and the moment within the book that I don´t even look-up, but just write and write and write.
I can always edit later.
But sometimes I just sit there and wait for the page to be filled.

Should I be writing or should I be writing?

You know....
I feel committed to this blog.
But I am learning something about priorities lately.
I can be writing to you all.
Or I can be writing my book.
You get my point.
See ya!

Discipline - The Theory - Take 1

I have been meaning to write about discipline.
I even started a blogpost, but then had so much more to add and wanted to make it "whole", "round", "cohesive". This was 5 days ago and I haven´t had the time to continue.
What is discipline really about, I ask myself.
Of course, simplified, it is to keep at something you decide to keep at.
But that seems such a banal and one dimensional definition.
I think already the concept of discipline is irritating me and I am wondering why.
More to come on my thought about discipline, but what I know today is this:
It´s much easier to just have my "verbal diarrea" of whatever comes to my mind, then to sit, regularly, and work on what needs to be worked on.
I need to think about this.

Wut - Anger!

Ich denke heute nach dem Aufstehen an meinen Blogeintrag von gestern.
Darüber, daß diese Buchidee so sehr auf Deutsch geschrieben gehört.
"Na dann schreibe ich Dich auf Deutsch, verdammt nochmal!" denke ich und bin wütend.
Wut ist gut.
War früher immer mein Leitsatz, wenn ich wütend war.
Weil man sich da spürt.
Aber Wut sollte nicht der treibender Faktor sein, finde ich.
Vielleicht ist es hilfreich alles mal aus sich "rauszukotzen", aber man muß am Ende relativ sachlich noch das Editing machen.
Und da hilft keine Wut der Welt.
Also...Wut ist gut. Kurzfristig.