It’s the 101st blog.
I remember college. Eons ago. When things were simple.
English 101. US History 101. Physics 101.
That 101 has a certain nostalgic ring to it even if it meant you were a low-on-the-totem-pole schmuck with no clue the torment that awaits in English 201, let alone British Literature 809.
I’m currently in an online writing class called Covers 101 through WMG Publishing (though I’ve elected to sit in the back and watch, and not turn in my assignments for this one. I’m a slacker, but, well. Life…).
At any rate, school’s back in swing for those of a certain age, or at least it should be. Many of the kiddos in our area can’t get traction on their education due to, well.
We all know what its due to.
I’m counting myself blessed that I don’t have to make those schooling/sports/extracurricular decisions during this upheaval. All of my charges are senior citizens—which presents whole new dilemmas that require the application of a different law of physics and the wrangling of many dastardly ducks into ridiculous-looking rows…
I think every one of us—school-aged to seniors—are craving traction. Some sense of “forward.”
A “Let’s get going already” attitude.
Because what we’ve got here is a classic example of Newton’s First Law of Motion: An object at rest stays at rest (unless kicked, licked by a sandpaper tongue wanting tuna RIGHT NOW, or the cable goes out); and an object in motion remains in motion (unless doctor visits, viruses, government mandates, and civil unrest ground said object in a state of shock and despair).
I paraphrased just a little bit. I hope you’ll forgive me. If Newton had only known what was in Earth’s future, maybe he would’ve phrased his laws differently. (All of the science geeks just died a little… that’s okay. You’ll respawn in a second or two).
Those who bother to watch commercials may remember the pharmaceutical company’s rendition of the middle-to-elderly aged folks going for a hike with Newton’s law encouraging them along (something about joint health). Their now-agile bodies rise from their benches and venture into the mountains. Because, well, momentum (and drugs, but that’s another blog post).
I can hear that voice-over guy in my office today. “A work-in-progress in motion will remain in motion.” Then he holds out his hand with a Diet Coke. “Here, honey, another swig of caffeine and keep going, the mountains await!”
My work in progress at the moment isn’t the same work in progress as when I started the work in progress at the present moment. (And there go the English nerds to their very own “contemplation corners” to frown about and analyze that sentence. It’s okay. You’ll be alright. I may not be, but you will…)
I lost momentum on that fiction piece and had to generate a new kind of momentum somewhere else. To “write but not write” on something to keep my sanity and to keep my hands in the publishing and book-ish things.
And to practice on a new software and, and, and...
So a nonfiction bit that’s 85% with good forward momentum. Until I had to stop and work on this blog, so I’ll have to find the swing of it again.
Or until the creative juices break free on my “stuck” fiction work in progress.
The last time that happened on a piece, when Little Miss sprinkled my rusty gears with her magic glitter grease, the forward momentum was so powerful that I finished the last third of the novel in two settings.
I’m hoping for that same burst-and-move-forward kick in the teeth from Little Miss Muse here any day now.
But alas. I think Little Miss may have found her momentum elsewhere—like her very own campaign trail.
Little Miss Muse for President.
Vote Little Miss!
Hang on. Another slurp of Diet Coke.
That’s better now. My Amazon order of “Creative Gear Grease” should be here soon, so Little Miss has time to prep her acceptance speech.
Unless they screw it up like last time and send me another box of utterly useless Creative Geer for Geese...