I had taken some time off from writing. Maybe I was burnt out from my job. Maybe it was laziness. Maybe there is just so much good stuff on Netflix. All I know is, it happens. Sometimes there needs to be a recharging to get back to what you want to do. It has taken me a bit of time, but I do know that I want to write. In no capacity do I think I'm going to end up in the New Yorker or on a bestseller list. But what I do know is that I have a voice to my writing that some people enjoy. I'm short and I'm dry and from time to time dare I say, funny.
But there was a stretch of time when I simply couldn't find the words. My mind was the teacher in Charlie Brown. My hands hit the wrong keys. (How on earth did people type on typewriters? Were they just superior human beings who had a firm grasp on grammar, spelling, and the placement of the.....typewriter keys - is that what you call it? I have a laptop or MacBook, whatever you want to call it, that was designed by 922 engineers to make typing as easy and mistake-free as possible and I commit 14 errors per sentence. I cannot imagine what it would be like to write in the 1920's.) More than anything I simply didn't have the motivation to write. I had so many projects in my head. So many ideas. A book that I knew could be good, but no map to get it where I want it to be.
In the last couple of weeks I have been able to take a step back and reevaluate what's important. What I want in life. What I can do to get there. Writing is a fundamental part of that.
To new chapters. To new adventures. To pages filled with grammatical errors. To finished products.
But mostly, to writing.
Cheers!
But there was a stretch of time when I simply couldn't find the words. My mind was the teacher in Charlie Brown. My hands hit the wrong keys. (How on earth did people type on typewriters? Were they just superior human beings who had a firm grasp on grammar, spelling, and the placement of the.....typewriter keys - is that what you call it? I have a laptop or MacBook, whatever you want to call it, that was designed by 922 engineers to make typing as easy and mistake-free as possible and I commit 14 errors per sentence. I cannot imagine what it would be like to write in the 1920's.) More than anything I simply didn't have the motivation to write. I had so many projects in my head. So many ideas. A book that I knew could be good, but no map to get it where I want it to be.
In the last couple of weeks I have been able to take a step back and reevaluate what's important. What I want in life. What I can do to get there. Writing is a fundamental part of that.
To new chapters. To new adventures. To pages filled with grammatical errors. To finished products.
But mostly, to writing.
Cheers!
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