A set of bookshelves line the wall in the room where I have my computer. It holds books, some of my art work, old ball canning jars, a jar of marbles, a stuffed frog that my son gave me long ago, and many other interesting artifacts from my life. Among them is an old coffee can, pictured here, that used to contain “Manhattan” coffee.
How it came into my possession is a mystery. It did hold some parts to a game for a long time, but we never played the game anymore. I enjoy old tins and this coffee can just had to come to the bookshelf in my creative space.
However, that old coffee can is not what tugged at my heart when I found this photo among all of those I took in November. I almost deleted this image earlier on, but something made me keep it.
It’s those burnt out matches in that glass lid…because they remind me of something I accomplished. In November I participated in National Novel Writing Month, and wrote more that 50,000 words for my very first rough draft (emphasis on the word rough) for a novel.
In order to do that I set aside time each day last month, all except for one, and took the time to quiet down and write. I’d light a sandalwood scented candle to help set a mood…hence all these burned out matches. It just seemed right to have that little flame burning brightly while typing away.
The ‘reward’ of all this writing was realizing the benefit of daily practice. Doesn’t matter what becomes of my novel. It was the purposeful, regular, intentional writing…the discipline.
Daily practice. Marking space for what you really want to accomplish on a regular basis.
Those are the words that stay with me now, inviting me to stick with it, keep trying, keep on learning. No matter if it is with my camera or with a pen.