28 Weeks of Morning Pages

Alright, it’s been 28 weeks of writing three pages (nearly) every morning. I checked in previously at 6 weeks, 12 weeks, and most recently, 20 weeks. Last time, I talked about using writing as a tool to recognize life’s true simplicity, writing to work out the kinks as a groundwork for writing later in the day, and working to define my days in a different way rather than constrictive definitions, like the day of the week.

Morning, photo by Timothy Meinberg

I get paid to write now, so Morning Pages take a new meaning. In the past eight weeks, I’ve actually started to do something I never thought I would get the opportunity to do – I get paid to write. This is big for me. It’s my time to really elevate my writing game. Morning Pages feel more selfish now; they have no “real-world” value. I push through that feeling, and even talk about it in my Morning Pages.

Morning Pages remind me to formulate my complaints. I’ve been complaining a lot lately and when I go to write down my complaints, they don’t seem to make much sense. I’ll begin writing something I don’t like about my life, and my brain’s logical sensors (thank goodness) come in and remind me I don’t have much to complain about. If I can’t formulate my complaints logically and clearly, I have nothing to complain about.

Morning Pages make me feel antsy. At this stage, and with having done this exercise for about 7 months, I’m feeling a little antsy about it. I’m still pulling through the issue of distraction. I actually end up thinking one train of thought and then writing about another. I almost feel like I am censoring myself in my writing exercise. I have to reconcile my thoughts with what I am writing, like I do in my novels.