The one and only No Fear shirt I owned sported this saying. I wanted to be trendy, but I was not into most of the other sports-themed No Fear shirts. So I bought that one and kept my fierce, Hudson, IA street cred intact. Thank God.

Last night, I was supposed to maybe finish a story. I had to do a few things like walk the wiener dog, grill up some dinner, and run a few errands before. As so often happens, these things all took longer than anticipated, and then I started watching Scandal. So I didn’t write. I did read some of Bleeding Edge, the new Thomas Pynchon book. It is a great book, and part of being a writer is reading. But more importantly, being a writer is about writing.

So about 1:30 or 2:00 a.m. I woke up from a dream. In my dream, I was working on a story called “The Visitor.” This is kind of a terrible name actually, but it sounds like something I might come up with. Titles are hard for me to write. And this terribly-named story was being published; the editor just wanted me to make some revisions.

What does this all mean? It means I was feeling terribly guilty for not writing. It also means I need to get off my butt and do it. You know, don’t dream it. Be it.

I am creating Writing Wednesdays. Every Wednesday I will sit down and write. It may not be the entire night (a girl has to eat), but it will be at least an hour. So if you text or call me on a Wednesday, don’t think I am ignoring you. Just remember it is a Writing Wednesday.