Is it possible to live your life today, without measuring time. Can we get rid of calendars, watches and clocks? Sure, this is possible. Do we want to do this? No. How's that?
There are times when I should only write short passages. Sometimes I should only write small paragraphs, especially on days like these when I have nothing to say and do not really do not want to write at all.
A dialogue:
Me: I don't want to write 750 words today. I have nothing to say.
Buster: But you said you were going to take the challenge in July, and succeed.
Me: I don't care what I said. I am canceling my participation, today, --now.
Buster: I reminded you like you asked.
Me: No you didn't. You wrote a program. What we get is automated e-mails. You're not fooling anyone.
Buster: You said, "I really want to practice writing. I have to write a novel, and get it published. That is my goal." Didn't you say that?
Me: Yeah, well . . .I can do that later. If I live to be 85 and it takes me five years of writing to get a novel published, I can start writing in a couple of years. I've waited all this time.
Buster: 750words.com was created to help you with your writing. If you don't write, it has no reason to exist.
Me: Sorry for your luck. You might want to create some more programs and websites. Foreign languages are popular. Why don't you create a 75 foreign words a day website. Spanish is a favorite.
Buster: Come on. It's just 750 words. Three pages. You've done 12 days in a row already, this month. You could churn it out on those days. What is special about today?
Me: I'm the special thing about today. I'm saying no. No way. Not doing it today.
Buster: So many other people do it all the time. Little old ladies, children, blind people, amputees, people who work two jobs, CEO's. People write against all odds. What are you, a wimp. Are you wimping out?
Me: Uh, I wouldn't call it that. Free will. I'm exercising my free will.
Buster: Most philosophers, today, say there is no free will. Everything is pre-determined by what we are made of and our individual situations.
Me: Man, you make it hard. What if I get somebody else to do it?
Buster: You can do what you want. The only person who really cares beside me is you. You have staked your own integrity on doing this. Writing every day and writing thirty one days in a row. You told yourself you could do it.
Me: Aw, now your playing dirty. You're turning me in to my better self. That's low down.
Buster: I've worked people through this before. You can do it. Sometimes I have to get rough.
Me: Whew! I'm beat. I think I'll turn in.
Buster: No, no. I'm not falling for that. You still have to do the work. You still have to write for today. Then, tomorrow you'll have to do the same thing.
Me: Damn you, Buster. You catch me at every trick.
Buster: You're not even close to being the best trickster. I've had people threaten to turn me in to my wife, claiming I was having an affair with them. Somebody else said they were going to turn me in to the U.N. claiming I was enslaving them.
Me: Okay, I'm just about ready. I'm starting to get the urge. Tell me some more of people's tricks to get out of writing.
Buster: A lot of people just type other people's words. Some even copy and paste. What is that doing for their writing ability. I ask you.
Me: Those people have a lot of nerve. They're just cheating themselves. Don't they understand?
Buster: Exactly. That's what I'm saying. Who are we doing this for anyway. It's not for me.
Me: I'm getting some ideas. My fingers are starting to twitch.
Buster: There's really nothing to it. You can write about anything you want. Only you are going to be able to read it. Do you think I'm reading this drivel, this piffle. I've got a life, thank you.
Me: But, I thought, you might. . . you know . . . every once in a while . . . just to check to see how the website is working.
Buster: Are you kidding? That's what I have interns for. Get writing. It's after 9pm already, and you are one of the slowest writers, according to the statistics I'm keeping on you.
Me: I know. Hey, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Also, the quality of my writing. Who are you to judge the quality of my writing, computer boy?
Buster: It's my website. I can do what I want. I'm taking your picture with your webcam also. You know you make funny faces when you write? Sometimes you stick your tongue out.
Me: Hey! You don't say anything about that on the website.
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