My goal is to write one page. Just one.
I woke up early, showered, shaved, didn’t sit on the couch at all. I went to my favorite café for breakfast, sat at the bar in the seat I like and, beside me, there was a woman typing madly on her laptop. I don’t know what she was writing—a story, a term paper, newspaper article—but it made me jealous. I want to write like that!
Now I’m at my favorite coffee shop and, again, in my favorite seat. A busy intersection is right outside the big, wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling windows and the foot and bike traffic is beginning to appear alongside the cars.
So now is the time to write. I’ve had an idea about where I, possibly, went wrong in one of my current stories and I want to take a shot at correcting it. Just how to do it though, that’s still a mystery. But that’s why I write! To discover how it happens.
Just one page. That’s all I need to write today. Just one page.