So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say,
and so often one regrets having marred it.
~ Harold Acton, Memoirs of an Aesthete
The urge to write is always with me ~ a slow, agonizing burn just below the skin. Unfortunately, the only times I attempt to cool the flames is when I am supposed to be doing something else! Then I write, scribble, and underline like one gone mad.
Give me a whole day: ten or twelve pristine and unblemished hours and I can write. . . .nothing. Not. One. Bloody. Word. No coherent thoughts, useable imagery or discernable feelings. Nothing except the overwhelming urge to do anything but write! I stare at the huge expanse of white paper and have a sudden urge to cook. Or call up a friend. Or go for a walk. Or sleep. Argh! Why is that?
A good writer needs not only raw talent, but plenty of self-discipline. And good writing habits. The number one of which is writing every day. Hence my joining the Blogathon. And yet here I am, three blank days haunting me! And that only partly due to the imbibing of good alcohol over the weekend ~ Saturday was the Kentucky Derby.
Friday I had two great ideas to blog about; Saturday the same. But two late nights in a row went by with nary a word dripped upon the page. When Sunday rolled around, I had lost all four ideas. Mourn. Weep. Gnashing of teeth.
Lucky for me, I had been doing my Morning Pages for enough time that I had the threads of other thoughts, lines of poetry, and snippets of ideas for other posts just waiting to be woven into a completely new idea.
So write every day, whether you post or not. It may save writing face in the near future!
Oremus pro invicem,