Some days it is easy to set aside the things that cling that inhibit the writing process, and then there are the other six and a half days of the week. I am being sarcastic to be sure. There is however a kernel of truth in my cynical hyperbole. There are days in which writing is easy, and nothing gets in the way. Then there are days when that is not the case. Days when it is anything but the case.
I tend to work from a do as much work as you can while the work can be done methodology, at least in terms of my writing. I have learned that Mr Murphy and his laws affect every aspect of my life including my writing. Take this week for example. I had one night that the writing was easy and it flowed like warm honey. The day before had been good, and pleasant, and the writing was just a natural extension of that day. Then there is today. A day in which if could go wrong it did. A day in which my voice was not heard by anyone. And a day in which chaos ruled the moment in sublime simplicity.
My struggle comes on days like today. The temptation is to completely write off days like today and just move on, hoping that tomorrow is a better one. I have learned that it is folly to give in to that seductive temptress's siren call. I have learned that even in tough seasons, I as a writer have to put pen to paper. Its not fun, its not easy, but it is what is required.
I have always struggled to keep an even keel about me regardless of external events. I am better at it than I used to be, but I am still nowhere near as good as I need to be. I tend to allow circumstance to drive me, and in the course of the drive, it affects me. I wish it didn't but it is a fact, especially given that most of reality is derived from perspective and a function of outlook, it is what it is.
So on days like today, I have to remind myself, with the words of the old hymn, 'whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul'.
I tend to work from a do as much work as you can while the work can be done methodology, at least in terms of my writing. I have learned that Mr Murphy and his laws affect every aspect of my life including my writing. Take this week for example. I had one night that the writing was easy and it flowed like warm honey. The day before had been good, and pleasant, and the writing was just a natural extension of that day. Then there is today. A day in which if could go wrong it did. A day in which my voice was not heard by anyone. And a day in which chaos ruled the moment in sublime simplicity.
My struggle comes on days like today. The temptation is to completely write off days like today and just move on, hoping that tomorrow is a better one. I have learned that it is folly to give in to that seductive temptress's siren call. I have learned that even in tough seasons, I as a writer have to put pen to paper. Its not fun, its not easy, but it is what is required.
I have always struggled to keep an even keel about me regardless of external events. I am better at it than I used to be, but I am still nowhere near as good as I need to be. I tend to allow circumstance to drive me, and in the course of the drive, it affects me. I wish it didn't but it is a fact, especially given that most of reality is derived from perspective and a function of outlook, it is what it is.
So on days like today, I have to remind myself, with the words of the old hymn, 'whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul'.