Today I had time to write, and the anticipation moved my morning quickly along to the designated hour. “Ahhhh,” I thought to myself. “Now, what to do?” I doodled around a little, and having had much too long of a gap since my last project, I floundered. A casual text to my brother turned into a phone call. Lunch turned into to chocolate chip marathon. Too quickly the time has passed. Frustration mounts.
I am convinced that creativity requires regular workouts. Like muscles atrophy without use, so does a creative spirit. The spark is still there but the strength to force your brain into a single focus track, producing results, is slack. Regular productivity, no matter how small, builds upon itself until the desire to continue drowns out the 1001 distractions.
Todays workout yielded one small writing exercise and a blog post. Not much, but my butt was in the chair. A list would be handy of small projects that can be picked up anytime, when the brain goes blank. Tomorrow is another day. One word upon another until something takes form. Such is this writer’s life, and I love every meandering day. I am putting the guilt trips behind me. Life HAS been busy. We do the best we can and go from there, for spending time lamenting what “should” have been is counterproductive. 10 words a day is better than 10 minutes of “should”. Now, how many words was this? 🙂