rhythm

Finding the Rhythm Again

Underwood Typewriter

So far this week has been slow. Between nursing my hangover from the weekend and running errands, I’ve not managed to get much writing done. I was hoping to jump back in with both feet, like drop kicking a smug-faced traffic warden. But love, life, and a distinct lack of laughter have all prevented that.

When I take a break for more than a day or two, I often struggle to get back in to the habit of writing. When I do manage to get started again and lose myself in the flow it’s great, but when I’m thinking about sitting down to write, well, it’s at that point that my brain decides to lead a rebellion against productivity.

So as much as I wish I could Barton Fink the place up, and knock out an entire manuscript in one night, it seems that slow and steady is the rule of the week.

Barton: I’ve always found that writing comes from a great inner pain. Maybe it’s a pain that comes from a realisation that one must do something for one’s fellow man. To help somehow ease the suffering. Maybe it’s personal pain. Anyway, I don’t think good work is possible without it.

W.P. Mayhew: Well, me? I just enjoy making things up.


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