Inspiration Indecision and the Vast Tyranny of Choice.
Today’s blog was a toughie. I didn’t know what to write. Nothing jumped up and punched me in the face and said “Write me, bitch!” That’s the kinda stuff that usually happens! I asked for suggestions and got loads and still nothing piqued my interest. Sometimes you’ve got to force yourself to dig deep into the well to find your creativity and sometimes it is exploding all over the place, out of your control. Swings and roundabouts!
I used to write a lot. Not everyday mind you, but enough to make it feel worthwhile. I think a lot too and most times by the time I put pen to paper, my poem is pretty much in the shape I want it. I’ve been trying over the last while to write different things. I’ve got a shitty chicklit novel that has been sitting untouched at just under the 9,000 word mark for years and at some point soon I will force myself to complete it….not for sale or publication but just as an exercise. (Maybe this year I should do NaNoWriMo)
I’ve blogged every week since I’ve moved to Mexico and am enjoying forcing myself to publish every week.
Because for the last few years all my writing was for a specific purpose; either academic essay or SBM performance it seems weird now just to be writing for the sake of writing. I’m enjoying the month of challenges. I’m enjoying just writing, not worrying about if it’s good or profound, just putting pen to paper, or finger to keyboard. I’m thinking that at some point something will hit me and I’ll really want to write about it. It’ll be my thing. And then maybe I’ll really feel like a writer, rather than a dabbler.
I like talking to other writers about how and why we do what we do but I have learned over the years, not to compare and not to stress if my process matches theirs. Everything is different but perfectly ok.
“A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket”. ~Charles Peguy