Few days ago I posted an invitation on Facebook for anyone to join me in writing for 30 days in a row for the entire month of September:
“For all my dear creatives – anyone wants to kick off a month of September with a commitment to daily writing? 30 days. In a row. I have done this in the past, and never felt more clarity. I miss it. Who’s in?”
I think part of me was hoping that the comment would go unnoticed, and hence, I would have an excuse to not do it myself. [Are you following that logic? Me neither.]
Instead, close to 30 people took me up on the offer.
Perhaps, it is something about the fall. About the school year. Indeed, this September will be the first September in over two decades that I am not tied to the school year in any way, shape or form. It’s just another month. Weird.
“Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. *There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages*– they are not high art. They are not even “writing.” They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind– and they are for your eyes only. Morning Pages provoke, clarify, comfort, cajole, prioritize and synchronize the day at hand. Do not over-think Morning Pages: just put three pages of anything on the page…and then do three more pages tomorrow.”
But, of course, it IS your own damn life. Make your own rules. Write one page instead. Write ten. Write one haiku every day. Or commit to a daily blog post for the entire month.
What do you have to lose? Time. That’s always the case. That’s often the only currency we have.
What do you have to gain? Everything. Answers. Clarity. Serenity.
Not a bad trade-off if I say so myself.
Oh, and if you are terrified, even considering something like this, I say you go for it. Scared shitless is a good place to be.
Do you want to join? It’s not too late.
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I will add you to the super-duper secret FB group.