I’ve set myself on a very stupid routine of writing in a blue spiral notebook with a blue gel ink pen and scribbling away at this story I’m writing, usually in the mornings or at lunch, and then coming home and lighting 4 candles I got on sale at Target and clacking away at my cheap Chromebook to get my word count in for NaNoWriMo and maybe finally, finally, finish something I’ve creatively started.
But, I can’t find my blue gel ink pen. The pen that was bought purposely for this one and ONLY purpose. For just this story. I had it at lunch and I tucked it in the spiral of my notebook and I’ve literally tossed my entire purse UPSIDE DOWN and INSIDE OUT and my pen is NOWHERE.
Something you should know about me is that I never write with a blue ink pen. I always opt for black. But this blue ink pen was going to give me super powers to finally finish what I’ve started. And now this blue ink pen is gone.
So, I’m here typing about it instead of writing my book because my candles are lit and my fingers are clacking and I’m not making progress on my story because
MY. PEN. IS. M.I.S.S.I.N.G.
I finished Joan Didion’s Play It As It Lays and it was everything I thought it would be. Basically, a more glamorous telling of my life. Right down to the freeways she drove. I couldn’t believe it.
Anyway, I’m right at about 8,000 words which means I’ve only been averaging around 1,000 words a day which means I’m about 667 words short per day but I’m not going to focus on that or the blue ink pen, I’m just going to keep writing.
“I know what ‘nothing’ means, and keep on playing.” — Play It As It Lays