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Resistance Diary – Entry 2

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The new schedule: blog posts Wednesday and Friday. And by mornings we mean 6:30 in the morning. As in, the night before.

In one mood, I say: I like deadlines! It makes it clear what I’m supposed to do next, guides me toward the coherent and consistent effort I want. In another mood: ain’t no way. No one on God’s green earth’s gonna dictate to me. Especially since writing is a tender and delicate and personal so shut up.

Plus, every other week I see my Reiki master, and she burns herbs and places crystals and plays that music and balances out my chakras and talks to me. She points out I’ve begun to “step into my power.” When someone does that, others can create obstacles.

Plus family systems says so. When someone starts to leave their familiar spot, even if it’s a dysfunctional spot, the system tries to put that person back. Then, no adjustment required. Uncertainty and fear well avoided.

Or as my man Steven Pressfield says in The War of Art (check out the indiebound scoop here and my twitter (@PaulStark59) series here)

When a writer begins to overcome her Resistance – in other words, when she actually starts to write – she may find that those close to her begin acting strange. They may become moody or sullen, they may get sick; they may accuse the awakening writer of “changing,” of “not being the person she was.” The closer these people are to the awakening writer, the more bizarrely they will act and the more emotion they will put behind their actions.

Plus, mercury’s in retrograde, and it’s gonna keep retrograding around making everything extra impossible for another 9 days.

Plus, I’ve got this idea that my next blog entry is going to be about my friends from Minisink having a rally in Union Square, and it’s going to the first in a new style. A sort of “I cover the waterfront” first person gossip column with boldface names and that breezy “off the record, on the QT, and very hush-hush” feel. I cover the Progressives? Which I’m gonna have to mess around with, and what if people (including Eve Ensler, who I finally met and don’t want to irritate (because she probably tuned in Friday morning just in case she’s mentioned)) don’t like it because it doesn’t match the seriousness of their good works.

So, the universe ate my blog post, but now look, I’ve got my minimum 300 words, better than 460 in fact. And if it’s not Friday morning it’s still Friday. And I can shoot for Wednesday for my Hush-hush piece. And … Extra pictures! Hope everyone has a weekend 20% better than the best they’re expecting.

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