“If every time you sat down, you expected something great, writing would always be a great disappointment.” -Natalie Goldberg (Writing Down the Bones)
This is the third post I’ve written for the blog this week. (Do notice that it’s the only post I’ve actually posted.)
The magic just wasn’t happening.
Maybe it’s the sore shoulder. (Writing injury. No lie. I won’t bore you with the entire post I wrote about it.)
Maybe it’s the gray-gray-gray of the never-ever-ever-ever ending winter. (We still have to get through February? March? The dental hygienist reminded me that April can be iffy, too.)
Maybe it’s the lack of puppies. (I own that addiction.)
Maybe it’s my new (depressing) resolution not to eat after 6pm (including wine?).
Whatever it is, when I sat down to write, everything that came out was boring and trite and no-help-to-anyone.
Those days happen. They’re part of being a writer.
Now here’s the part about being a professional writer….
I still wrote. Every. Day.
Even when it was horrible.
Because you know what?
Every time I put what’s on my mind and in my heart onto the page, it makes room for the bigger, better thoughts. Kind of like cleaning vegetables. I shucked the skin and cut off the core and picked out the seeds. Necessary work to get to the good stuff.
So maybe when I sit down to write next week, it’ll be clear sailing. Nothing but brilliance in prose form.
And if not?
I’ll write anyway.
How about you?
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