Late…

I'm late. I meant to post something a couple days ago, but… Best laid plans don't always work out, and it's difficult to keep a non-existantant schedule. And I don't know what to post about. I had a couple interesting ideas, but have since lost the thread.

So, have some muddled thoughts.

 I'd fallen into a recent slump, writing wise, as I've had difficulty putting my B in C. After a few days of writing nothing, it got to the point that I started to worry if I could create with the same creativity and skill I had before. I worried that I'd ruin my projects if I tried working on them. If you've ever been in this sort of mental state, you have my sympathies.

Inorder to fix myself, my sleeping schedule had to take the bullet. I sat down around my normal bedtime, said a short prayer, and dove write in. I had a vague idea of the next scene I needed, a memory of what came before it, and the trust that, even if it was crap, I'd be able to fix it later.

It worked.

I looked up after the scene was finished, and found it to be three hours later. I'd written about three hundred words. That's slow, extremely so, but it still made me happy. It reminded me that whatever worries I had keeping me from writing, they would melt away the moment I started stringing sentences together.

Rather like now.

I don't know if you'll walk away with anything after reading this; I don't care if you do read this. Sometimes you just need to forget about your cares and write. Look in a mirrior and see the story, not yourself. It feels better than beating yourself up. Trust me.


Go mbeannaí Dia duit,
M. S.