OK, so I’m starting to recognize how my mind and body work around this writing thing. It truly isn’t something that can be forced. I’ve tried. I only have had to go back and re-write what I forced. But as time (and sometimes days) passed without writing, I’ve beaten myself up for not writing. But the writing doesn’t come or is bad…but I should be writing. right?
So, I started making mental notes of when the writing flows a bit easier, and when it’s harder. I think, for me, writing is easier in the mornings. Editing, designing and knitting flow best in the afternoon and evening hours. So enough of this self-flagellation. I’m going to listen to my mind and body as they discover this book hidden deep with-in the subconscious. It definitely isn’t something that can be dug out with brute force. It’s more the way an archaeologist digs…gentle brush strokes that oh, so, slowly expose what’s buried.
Here’s a little picture of my boys. I’ve been teching myself Photoshop and Illustrator in the non-writing moments. This is something I did in a little tutorial.
It’s a gorgeous day here in the Northeast. I’m going to go back, write some more until the well is dry for the morning. I definitely see some park-time with the dogs in my near future. Then a Drum Corps movie this evening…to gets the folks excited for the Drum Corps season coming up. How I love me a “horn line” blaring!