Better to write than not to write, whether what you're saying is IT or not IT. The writing self, the subconscious occasionally such a fusty, cranky thing that it's probably best not to treat it like the entitled brat it can be sometimes. Don't indulge it by putting everything on hold, waiting for it to decide what you're doing is The Real Thing. So many ideas and impulses percolating beneath a crusty surface. You could thrash around forever just deciding what to write, and then beating yourself up over its questionable "worthiness."
Different ways of wrestling with the ego, maybe? Or of racing ahead of the wolves howling at us all to stop writing. (The woods are full of them.)
The practice of writing exactly that: a never-ending practice, even when some sessions feel like empty ritual. Showing up is important. So is trusting the cranky capricious little voice in spite of its ornery nature; trusting that basically it speaks/shouts/cries out of love, even when it acts like a princess.
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