I’m a procrastinator – not the best trait for someone who aspires to write full-time. I often put off writing until the very last minute. I did it all through college. As it happened, some of my best papers were done under deadline. It’s as though the fear of missing the deadline freed me from all the constraints of my inner critic/editor and the words just came pouring out.
The same thing happened this weekend.
For some reason, I had been stalling on the short story that I had to create for an anthology that I’m contributing to. I kept saying I was working on it, but I always found other more interesting things to do, such as reading blogs or writing on my own blog (yeah, right) or hanging out on Facebook. (That’s an entirely different post for another time.)
Finally I couldn’t put it off any longer. I had a week before my deadline, so I hunkered down to the computer and began typing the story that had been causing me to lose sleep.
Then a funny thing happened.
Without any notes, the story began pouring out of me. But the more I wrote, the story began moving in an entirely different direction. You see, just before I sat down, I prayed and asked the Lord to give me the words and to allow someone to be touched by the story for his glory.
And he did just that.
I’m about halfway done but I’m not worried anymore. I know where the story is going and I’m confident I’ll make my deadline.
But just as important, my inner critic has been silenced and the voice that gives me the words to write is loud and clear.
I remembered what I love about writing – writing.
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