I Am Finally Writing Again…I Think
Not Being Apprehensive about “Who Knows What” has Helped
I haven’t been able to write, not with any real flow and comfort, for almost a year. And I hate it. My head wasn’t in the right place for it. And for me manuscription requires mojo.
The common wisdom is that writing — as with any fulfilled ambition — requires planning and intent. There is truth to this. I find it goes best when I make it part of my daily routine. If I keep that mental muscle limber and ready, then when inspiration hits I can most easily take advantage of it. The words flow naturally, freely.
I had been a long time getting to a place of naming myself a writer, which I finally did — with a little trepidation, dreams of a bit of notoriety and another income stream that would allow me to put my corporate day job behind me in a few years. It was an intrinsic part of my emerging self in late 2019 — which now feels an age ago. I had found a supportive community of like-minded folk (Yael Wolfe, Ena Dahl, Demeter deLune, to name the trio of Fates who I would most credit with the inspiring examples for those early steps; I am genuinely thankful for each of you).
My nine-to-five hours were busy: focusing on being there for healing my wife who I had hurt deeply, helping my boys feel secure during the upheaval…
