Today is one of those days I just want to create.

I’ve been working and promoting and directing drama and doing everything else in the world I usually do except doing the one thing I really want to do: write.

Indie writers have seasons. I know that. There are always competing demands to juggle. But sometimes, the mind just wants to take off and create.

So that’s what I did this afternoon. A phrase ripped through my head and I thought it would be an excellent start to one of those short dramas I love to write. So I went to one of my stomping grounds to let it come out. It did. It’s not finished, not by any means, but I have written about half of it and now there are many possibilities staring me in the face which weren’t there just an hour ago.

That’s what I love about creative writing. The directions which one can take are endless. I started writing this short play thinking it would be serious drama, but then I got to one part which was just funny, and so I thought, perhaps, a meaningful comedy would be fun. And now over the next few months, I can ponder the possibilities and eventually decide which direction to take. No rules. No boundaries. No one forcing me to say this or that. It’s mine to write and re-write and write again until its exactly the way I want it.

And I have a feeling. Sometime in 2014, somebody will be performing this dramatic sketch in front of a live audience. Can’t get much better than that.

Certainly better than working. Better than promoting. Finally a day to do what I was meant to do: Write.