This week, I was a bit worried. I hadn’t written a word, and I was wondering if a writer’s block was building.
I had a million new ideas for stories and films, but I wasn’t writing them down, because of the more urgent tasks I had to complete each day.
I spent most of my week like this, working on the small, the finite, the urgent. I had my managerial fire extinguisher, and I was ready at a moment’s notice to rush-in and solve whatever problem manufactured by the infinite machine of problems called email.
It was the middle of the week, when a drop-everything-urgent email arrived. I glanced over at my notebook, and I realized my latest projects were stuck in the same place, and the world around me, the one of chaos, frenzy, and instant-success was receiving every bit of my time and attention.
Meanwhile, the pulse of my notebook faded, and I imagined more problems than plot twists for the worlds I built on the page.
There are times we give away our most precious assets, because of false urgency and the frenzy of quick tasks that populate our inbox. While true urgency, may be simply keeping your ship in the right direction.
Photo by Andrey Sharpilo
P.S. My latest short is live today. It’s the newest addition to my series on the crazy world of rideshare driving. I’m experimenting with romance, and it’s just as dangerous for my characters as it is for me