How well I know the struggle! It seems like there ought to be plenty of words to say the things that are in my mind --- sometimes I can't seem to find the ones that will fit.
I know that struggle also. I get the words down and then hit the delete button. I wait the words come and then it does not seem what I want to say or see. Thank you, for sharing the feelings. Knowing that I am not alone in this journey of word adds comfort.
Join the club, Mary... A suggestion — the delete key is sometimes (or often) the problem; just keep writing and try hard to focus on nothing other than getting the words down. So what if it's crap; that delete key's not going anywhere. Keep putting down the words and I'll bet you'll find among the deletable stuff there's something you want to keep and perhaps develop further.
Trust that the words are there. They'll arrive, Mary.
The words will come. In the mean time, I will admire this plant who survives in harsh circumstances to live. Such passion for life and tenacity are so rare.
oh yeah . . . I go through this too . . . creativity does that, don't you think? like a river winding its way through us, from our life, from the past, winding its way back out into the world, into the present, making its way to the future . . . it ebbs and flows . . . only in our insane modern world would creativity be expected to be a linear, logical path of equal force . . . it's all good . . . it's all Yes :)
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How well I know the struggle!
It seems like there ought to be plenty of words to say the things that are in my mind --- sometimes I can't seem to find the ones that will fit.
I know that struggle also. I get the words down and then hit the delete button. I wait the words come and then it does not seem what I want to say or see.
Thank you, for sharing the feelings. Knowing that I am not alone in this journey of word adds comfort.
You know how I'm hoping you move past the block.
Meanwhile, the colors in that photograph are incredible.
We'll wait.
We'll wait.
No problem, my friend. Nice photo!
Take the time you need, Mary. You'll get there, even if it's not by the route you expect. I feel secure about that.
ONce the words are done, let them out. Know that there will always be more where that came from.
I only wish I had words on long days at work. I come home wordless, silent, nothing in or out.
I know well the struggle, you are not alone, I hope the words will come soon, if not do not worry about it.
Join the club, Mary...
A suggestion — the delete key is sometimes (or often) the problem; just keep writing and try hard to focus on nothing other than getting the words down. So what if it's crap; that delete key's not going anywhere. Keep putting down the words and I'll bet you'll find among the deletable stuff there's something you want to keep and perhaps develop further.
Trust that the words are there. They'll arrive, Mary.
The words will come. In the mean time, I will admire this plant who survives in harsh circumstances to live. Such passion for life and tenacity are so rare.
Gee, I thought I was the only one!:)
Thank you all so very much.
Endment: it is indeed finding the ones that fit, and then not being afraid to use them.
Dave: Indeed you are not alone, and I hope this is of comfort ...
lj: As always, you are such a help.
rdl: .... as are you.
MB: Thank you. Not trying to define the route is definitely part of the way out.
Zhoen: more words where that came from ... and I hope you find some words for yourself in the silence. I know how that work thing is though.
Starnitesky: Thank you, always good to see you here. And not worrying is a huge part of the way out as well I think...
Pete: Oh, the overuse of the Delete button. It has its place that button but it can run rampant I know. Thanks for the encouragement.
g: Glad you like the photo. Spunky is just the right word!
KD: Yes, just looking at that plant helps. Thanks for dropping by.
Apples: we posted at the same time! Welcome to the club ....:-)
Yes, as a writer I too relate. Relax. Be patient. They will not only materialize, but you'll find a way to beautifully sculpt each word!
Are we psychic or what?:D
oh yeah . . . I go through this too . . . creativity does that, don't you think? like a river winding its way through us, from our life, from the past, winding its way back out into the world, into the present, making its way to the future . . . it ebbs and flows . . . only in our insane modern world would creativity be expected to be a linear, logical path of equal force . . . it's all good . . . it's all Yes :)
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