Vol III: #71 Writer’s Junk
Whether I post to this blog or not, I am always writing. Just this morning I wrote five pages regarding my perspective on the world in my journal. And in my “Drafts,” I have three other half-finished posts for #71. What I do not have is cohesion or flow. My posts all turned into raw emotional rants, and while I don’t being raw I do want to be a good writer. So, I was unable to craft anything worth reading. What I did post are a few poems, mainly fragments of thoughts and memories.
This post’s purpose is to explain where I am, though I can’t fully explain it. I don’t have writers block. This is something different. Feels more like a writer junk, and I don’t know how to respond to it. My experience tells me to keep trucking, in a healthy manner. Keep writing whenever I can, and don’t try to be perfect or cute. Just write. If it’s poems, write poems. If it’s incoherent rants in my journal, scribble away.
What I won’t let the moment do is unhinge or erase my progress. Tough times, lows and grief will always exist. But, I decided how to respond. A few rough weeks isn’t good enough reason to forget my calling or where my hope my comes from.
