For the last couple of weeks my posts have been particularly uninspired, in my opinion — although many of you left kind comments and many “likes”. But I know most of these posts were not my best efforts. I have been relying on image responses. Visual expressions are easier for me than writing. I am proud of my images, but the purpose of this blog is to experiment in art, photography and writing. I have not been giving you my best effort in that department.
I have been dutifully making my posts because most of the experts on writing and creativity say to persevere even if you don’t feel like it. I have been relying on the Daily Post to provide me with prompts. Yesterday’s prompt was on “Escape”, and I scraped the bottom of the barrel in an attempt to “persevere” and make a post. I wrote one sentence and then tossed up a Youtube video clip.
So if you came to my blog yesterday, I am so, so sorry for wasting you time.
Today’s Daily Post prompt is to write about a physical sensation that transports us to our childhood. This is a such a basic exercise. Yet, I cannot write on this. This is so remarkable to me that I had to sit back and ask myself why I can’t pull off such a simple task. Then I had this revelation: My posts have been so lack-luster because I am not persevering through the right thing. I have determined that it is not about persevering in the physically act of writing. Actually, it is all about “issues”. There are things going on in my life that are diverting energy from my creative endeavors. It is that simple. I have got to push through some strong currents in my life first.
The perseverance that we as creatives must exercise is not in sitting down and physically doing the task of writing. It is persevering through the interior issues. When we get through those icky, nasty things going on in our lives, then the act of writing will take care of itself.
I am reminded of a line in the movie Eat, Pray, Love where Richard from Texas says to Liz, “You want to get to the castle, Groceries? You’ve got to swim the moat.”
There’re a lot of crocs in my moat.