It’s Thursday and that means it’s time for me to throw a random sprinkling of thoughtful, motivating words at your eyeholes and hope you don’t go blind!
I tried throwing glitter once and I’m still cleaning it up. And people keep calling me Jasmine and offering me dollar bills.
Today at Panning for Clouds I’m gonna talk about those times when shit’s just going right and despite a dancing plethora of blockades and exhaustion, words are just falling out of your head at an incredible rate and you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. Continue reading
Sometimes writing floods the page, and your fingers can’t keep up with the deluge of content bursting forth. You’re so excited, you’re typing a page every ten minutes, you know it’s not perfect, but it’s something, and probably something good. You tell yourself this is the way it should always be. You finish another page. You finish another paragraph.
Then suddenly all that momentum, all that excitement, all that content just dries up. If a gremlin exists inside your head, he just rigged the floodgates. The last dribble splashes onto the page. You sit there staring at words you hardly remember thinking. You try to trick yourself back into the flood.
But it’s too late. That moment has fled. The page sucked up the words like parched ground drinks the rain after a split-second break from the drought.
You try to force it. You keep going. Nothing is the same. Everything you put down now is polluted compared to the wondrous torrent of just one minute ago.
What happened? What changed? How did you have the Biblical Flood come pouring out of your head one minute, and only bring up dust in the pail the next? Continue reading