Here's what I've noticed about myself and writing. The more I write, the more I want to write.
When I stop writing, the sand blows in, and it takes a great deal of strength to hope that it could rain in a desert.
When I stop writing, it doesn't take long before I start to believe I'll never have anything meaningful to say. To anyone. Ever.
If I continue "not writing" it doesn't take much longer to believe that I have never had anything meaningful to say.
Not then, not now, not ever. Writing well feels like finding an Oasis: a temporary, fragile place blessed by the water of inspiration, just as likely to be reclaimed by the desert of self-doubt and lack of ideas.
It's a noisy, howling desert, whipping words off the page before I even have time to finish forming them in my head. It's blank, and boring, and seemingly endless. Nobody wants to wander in that space.
I wish I could learn to saddle my camel with enough inspiration to last me til I get to that next place of creative profusion, where words flow like rivers.
Better yet, I wish I knew how to move to the writing rain forest.
Anybody know how to get a ticket?