Twenty-four hours from now, I’m going on a 60-hour binge – a writing binge that is.
If you’re like me, you necessarily live your life in compartments – work, play, family time, hobbies, service, etc.
Our hope is that the lessons from the good compartments somehow permeate over into the not-so-good ones and that, in the process, we somehow find a pleasing life balance.
Unfortunately, I live life in binges.
Never have I been able to do a little bit of anything. I can’t just run 3 miles, it has to be 10; can’t just plant a small garden, it has to be an acre-plot; can’t just grill a few burgers and steaks, it has to be enough to feed the entire neighborhood.
And to be effective, I can’t just write effectively in spurts, it has to be extended, focused, dedicated time with a closed door, silence and no distractions. It has to be hours, not just an hour. And sometimes, days.
The book is now written and complete in my head, but it does me nor anyone else any good in that foggy place. It’s time for the vision to move through the heart, pass though the fingertips and onto the keyboard.
The interviews are complete; I see the pages; the sidebars are tucked away in the right corner of my brain; the graphics are in sight; I see the bolds, the itals and the garamond fonts; and the cover, it’s a thing of beauty to me.
But alas, they are but a vision. It’s time to let the Light produce the vision so all can see it.
The 60-hour binge is almost here.
I’ll see you when the binge is over.
I hope the hangover’s not too bad.