It’s fun to write. It’s not fun trying to write.
Earlier today I tried to write a blog post. Progress was slow, painful, and frustrating. Finally, I gave up.
This is not like me to give up.
Writing is not a smooth process for me, despite the enjoyment it gives. Most days I procrastinate, but eventually push my way into writing. I begin slowly, fishing around for those slippery starting words. I jump all over my ideas as I write my draft, and have to rearrange sentences and paragraphs until I find an easy flow. This is my process, and I always get there to the finished piece.
Today I feel like my creativity is offline. My thoughts are jumpy and disconnected. Every idea is brief, lacking a depth to play in, nothing to dig into and develop. I know I am not the first nor the last writer to experience this, but knowing it doesn’t make the experience less frustrating.
What I do know from long experience as an artist–my creativity remains intact despite today’s evidence to the contrary.
Here’s what I am going to do once this short writing-disaster post is done. I am going to read. My own words aren’t cooperating, but at least I can revel in another writer’s world.