The writing project at present will take a year to finish. This is neither my dissertation nor my personal project (I have on file an ambitious musical, a YA novel, and a Romance). In fact, this is a commissioned book-length testimony of an establishment. When this project came to me, I thought that God is now preparing me for more rigorous writing like this. That is, novel writing. While I know all my limitations as a writer of this particular kind of text, I am nevertheless happy. I have been excited in interviewing people who will eventually become characters or points of views in the final book product. I’ve been saying that I want to live by writing. But writing is really, really, really hard work.
Right now, what I need is a tentative thread that will connect all the dots of the results of my interviews and readings of related documents. At the moment and all moments after this, I will need a resolve to just sit down and write. I need silence. I need ant-like diligence — no procrastination, only an anticipation that the weather will not always be bright, so I better stock up for the rainy day. (I am mixing metaphors and It’s pathetic but you get the point).
I have never been diligent. Proof is this blogging while I’m supposed to be writing the outline of this commissioned book, because this outline is due this very week. While I feel blessed that I have this library space where I can sit down from 10 to 5, and write, I yet have to have used that time for writing. However, by 1:50 PM, what writing I’ve accomplished so far is of an invoice for my last translation job. From 11 when I arrived here, and onward up to this time of blogging — I was just reading my emails, deleting all sheer promotional campaigns and leaving the important ones. One important email is a heads up on a linguistic validation, and this of course is important because if this project materializes, I will need to adjust all the commissioned-writing schedule in favor of this lucrative venture. Another email informs me that I will be teaching art appreciation and literature of the Philippines next term, on a Thursday. On Fridays, I will teach Research and Writing in another school. This then, would leave Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday as the remaining slots for writing this commissioned project.
On Saturdays I should rest — unless, of course, I pursue the dissertation moving on towards final defense on all those Saturdays from January to April. Time sprints. But as a marathon runner, as I think I am more of rather than a sprinter, I will have to allow for more pauses along the way to catch my breath and see how many miles I’ve covered (mixing metaphors again). Hopefully, those rests will not compromise even the deadliest deadline of this present writing commission.
So, please help me God.