Damned Good Sense is the title of a manuscript I’ve been working on for a number of years. Essentially, it is a letter to my children explaining to them who their father was and who he has become; kind of a blueprint for how not to live their youths, how to see the world from a broader angle, how to live a larger life than I have. Ironically, a major obstacle to me having completed the manuscript is doing everything I could to take damned good care of them.
I have reached a point of no return. The kids have read the unfinished manuscript. They know I have dedicated it to them. I have a golden opportunity to finish it now and my course of action is clear.
Even with limited distractions, writing is a laborious process. This is no secret to anyone who has ever written a term paper. I’ve found that writing a book while working, husbanding and parenting full-time is next to impossible. Now, I’m divorced and unemployed. Of course, those conditions come with their own complications, but by God, I can sit down and pound these keys with absolute abandon when my muse comes calling.
Inspiration is not something to be harnessed to a plow like a mule and driven to a predetermined quota. When it comes, a writer must ride it to exhaustion, then wait for it to come ’round again. Right now, I am inspired. Distracted, but definitely inspired. The difference between making it and not making it is the ability to ignore the distractions and produce. OK.
No proselytizing. This is it. Who ever your god is, say a prayer for me and my babies. We’ll repay the favor because that’s who we are.