I approached writing this morning just as I usually do – with a cup of coffee and a stream of consciousness flowing on the word processor. It’s how most of my ideas are quilted together. Usually, it works. I can happily sew a decent piece of writing from the patterns that emerge. Today, something terrible and scary happened to me. After spending hours writing a stream of consciousness, I couldn’t stitch a single thought together. Every time I pulled the bottom thread, the seam gave way. This happened repeatedly. Why? What is wrong with me today?
After reading through at least a thousand words of my own thinking, I learned two uncomfortable truths: one, I need to learn a whole lot more about writing; and two, I’m still trying to figure out the blogging thing.
For now, I’ll keep at it. What dreams may come.
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