This is a picture of my writing room. As you can see there is room to read and watch TV and get on to the computer. There is also room to write - plenty of it. That is the problem with this place - it is too nice for my writing good. I do not know who this woman is but she is nice and I like having her around to listen to what I have written. Mostly she nods her head and says that's really good Frank. (And then goes back to her reading). I do not know why she always wears a dress but that is  her choice not mine. I think it is her job to keep this room neat. That is also part of my problem with writing - she is constantly cleaning up the mess I am making - even on the computer. I think she is an editor. I think she is smart because she is constantly deleting my efforts - she tells me the world is better off without it. She has such a beautiful smile when she does this.
She also can be distracting - constantly asking me if I could help her turn the page - could I help comb her hair - could I help her change clothes - one thing after another. I think that I am being used. Anyway, I think I hear her saying something - I better go - what was I doing ? Oh , writing this blog.
See ya - keep writing and that will make one of us.

My pages are what I call my warm-up exercise for writing. The idea is to write three double spaced pages on the computer putting down anything that comes into my mind. The idea behind this exercise is to clear the mind of the clutter that blocks the creative juices and also to get my mind and fingers used to typing. I do this exercise as soon as possible in the day. I find that if I do not do this exercise - I do not write.
So for the last few weeks I have made myself write pages everyday.
The results have been promising. I have gone from not caring about writing (I would be better off dead) to wanting to write blogs and poems and stories every day.
But in the last three days the form of my pages has changed (I think for the better). I used to write my three pages alternating from being preachy (I am right, the world is wrong) to just being crabby (the world is wrong and I am too). Occasionally, I would write nice things but not too much.
Three days ago, I decided to change the tone of my pages. I would no longer write what came to my head - I would write as if I were actually writing a real piece of writing. I found that it was easier to keep my attention fixed on the three pages and I did not suddenly want to watch the grass grow (or whatever distraction seemed cool at the time) (usually these distractions stop distracting me as soon as I get up from the desk that I am writing at). (I wonder why).
So I feel like a new man and the sky is bright with the light of a new day. I think I might be on to something but you never know. I will keep you posted as to what happens over the weekend with all its myriad distractions.