Finally I'm back at the ole blog sight... it never seems like the time has moved so quickly. I had some pretty serious surgery and recovered well. Somehow I got sidetracked, which is more common than we writers would like to admit. ANYTHING we can conjure up to do besides sitting down and actually writing .We get creative at masking the delay tactics. Professional procrastinators, we are champions of stalling. Laundry suddenly becomes urgent. The dog needs a bath, etc. I could go on, but you get the drift.
Why would someone who loves to write not want to write? Not wanting to write is never the issue, not knowing where to start is the core concern. I am constantly amazed at how much I have to say about things I didn't know I would write. The hardest thing for me is the first few lines. Once I'm going it takes on a life of its own.
This applies to all of life, things need to be coddled and coaxed until they can support their own weight. Then they stand on their own merit. It still astounds me how much better I feel during and immediately after writing. It heals my heart. Filling in the gaps from the day-to-day operations. Possibly this happens from the shift of perspective. I become an observer of my life. Things are less personal, more an analysis of information. Sometimes scientific dissection to see an issue from whence it came all the way back to the seed. Thoughts are usually the culprit of all anxiety and depression. We forget that thoughts are just for consideration, not absolute fact. They are not living things, only options of possibilities.
What ever the reason, I am back at it once more. As long as I don't quit I'm still in... and so are you.
