Have you ever written something that afterwards you’ve absolutely hated? Hated so much you wanted to break the laptop, or the cell phone, or the tablet where you wrote your masterpiece? Or for the old school crowd, ripped the paper from the journal but only after scratching everything over with a super thick Sharpie so you don’t have to be reminded of how stupid it was?
Ever thought something seemed so brilliant yesterday at 4:30 am when you were lost in the haze of half-sleep, just waking from a strange dream? Upon waking laughed “Hahahahahahaha, BRILLIANT!” and hit publish too soon? Have you ever tried to base your future best-seller on said dream, which was so fraught with emotion and complexity and even plot twists, only to realize…’Wait. I don’t know what in seven hells* I’m doing?’ And you keep thinking, ‘I can re-work this somehow, save it, cobble together my favorite phrases into something half-intelligent‘ only to have a piece which resembles a three-sided shanty house with rusted pans hanging from the front rail?
Or just pretended it’s really deep and that’s why it makes no sense in the unforgiving daylight?
But that won’t keep me from trying.
“You can’t think yourself out of a writing block; you have to write yourself out of a thinking block.” John Rogers
“First, find out what your hero wants. Then just follow him.” Ray Bradbury
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” William Wordsworth
*Game of Thrones shout-out…holler.