Most of you know I’m a teacher. Most of you also know that the teaching gig provides a summer vacation. And summer vacation for many teachers and students means sleeping in.
Not for this chick.
With very few exceptions, Alison set her alarm clock every morning for 5 AM, and some mornings I literally sprung out of bed (not like this during the school year…AT ALL).
Why, you ask?
Well, I jumped out of bed every morning to get drunk.
On writing, that is.
I LOVE to be drunk on writing. When my mind is deliriously dizzy and I can’t spit out my words fast enough. Stories spin in my head. And my to-do list is a hazy fog I later sober up to. Writing stories is a high I never want to come down from. And when I do, a wonderful hangover lingers until I can jump off the reality wagon again.
But today, my friends, the teaching gig starts, and I take a trip to crazytown. The school day is busy. The afternoons are busy. The weekends are busy. And while most of that busy is GOOD busy, I’m a little nervous about the writing. And wondering when I’m going to be able to get thoroughly inebriated with it.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’ll probably get a good buzz going here and there, but nothing, NOTHING like the welcomed delirium I had going on this summer.
I don’t want reality to destroy me. I yearn for writing intoxication. Bad.
So, I’m calling myself out on my blog. I’m going get “drunk on writing” and revise every second I can. My goal this week: revise through to the Black Moment. I won’t tell you how many words or how many pages (because I am seriously embarrassed by my current word count), but trust me…it’s a lot. I know...I know what you’re thinking. Set small goals, Alison. You’re busy. You should be realistic.
But that’s just it. I don’t want to get buzzed on writing. I want to get rip-roaring smashed.
Wanna get drunk with me? On writing, that is? Tell me what you’d like to accomplish this week, and report back on Friday. And then fire up that computer and
WRITE. WRITE. WRITE.