This evening marks a whole week into my one screenplay/one month challenge, and I’m feeling invigorated yet daunted by the three weeks of work still looming ahead. Some ridiculous movie-making and home-related emergencies came up over the past few days that needled at me to call it quits on my challenge before I’d barely begun, but I stuck to my guns and cranked out 27 new script pages between last Thursday and this morning, and right now I find myself simply wondering what I can do to ensure I repeat this process several more weeks in a row. I suppose this means the real question I’m asking myself is this: what is it that prevents us from giving up and ensures we keep creating even when we aren’t feeling in the zone? I don’t think there’s any one right fix for everybody, but I do know that over the last week whenever I found myself wanting to quit, I slowed down and tried to remember why I was doing this in the first place.
My reasons for partaking in this self-imposed challenge were plentiful, ranging from my love affair with the story I’m writing to the grand visions I cling to of what I long to accomplish with my life over the long haul. Basically, I kept coming to the conclusion that if I wanted to share this story with the world I had to first get it out onto the page. And, there’s no better time to get a story onto the page than right here and now. Although the Mary Oliver poem excerpted above (which you can read in full via The Library of Congress) is about soaking up the simple and fleeting beauty of nature, I figured I would share it with you because the question it begs pretty much sums up the spirit that is keeping me going/writing up a storm at the moment…So, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Or, perhaps the less daunting query would be: what is it you plan to do with this one wild and precious day? Do tell! Leave a comment.