Goal of the day: 152 words. Written: 249.
There you are. Writer, painter, cupcake baker, programmer, designer, author of motivational quotes and jokes. Creator.
And he has many works in progress, but not finished.
No, wait, did I say "a lot"? I meant insanely high. Enough so that when you've finished them, you can turn them into a book, an exhibition, and conquer the world.
And your ideas rot.
Instead of travelling through other people's emotions and thoughts, instead of being shared by lovers and friends on dreary autumn (or the coming spring) evenings, it is a hernia.
Shhhh.
It's the sound of your breathing pieces. You've blown them so much, tweaked them so much, enlarged them so much... And now they lie in your notebooks, in "maybe someday in the future" dreams, and on your computer discs.
Well, okay, maybe the ideas on the computer and in the notebook don't make sounds. But imagine that they do.
Do you hear all the hours you have spent on your work, which you now keep in the "I'll finish it one day" box? Can you hear their moans, cries and screams?
...Why do you concentrate your work in one place and suffocate it with lethal gas?
Don't you enjoy listening to the suffering of your own creation?
No?
So that's why I write every day, 365 days in a row, every lovely (and unlovely) day, digging up old "discarded" thoughts, wiping them clean and letting them go.
1% more every day than I spent yesterday.
Because I'm a writer - that's words. If you were a comic book writer, you could have a panel every day, in an increasingly beautiful style. If you were a programmer, a line of ever neater code. If you were a photographer, an extra special shot.
I have drawers, a computer and cupboards full of ideas.
And I am not going to kill them.
I am not a masochist who would be happy to see his once-used hours disappear without a trace in the world.
Do not click for their ideas to die.
Join me!
yours
Daniel