Recently someone tried to hack my facebook. I don’t know why. It isn’t as if I am the cornerstone of a major social network that, with the proper entry, can help someone uncover the darkest patterns in the world’s buying habits…
Clearly my creativity is not entirely dead. Instead it goes into these patterns of hibernation, awakening, bear-like at the first sign of literary opportunity. Turns out opportunity is there so long as I slog through the load of random emails teeming in my inbox. I gotta get a better system of clearing out that stuff, because I missed out on a number of solid writing opportunities purely through the inability to successfully navigate a google inbox.
No, tech has not passed me by, nor has responsibility overwhelmed me. I just pick and choose the focal things and lately the filters are not doing me any favors.
So what now? Back to basics. I tune up this weekend for the coming NanoWrimo and hammer out a cavalcade of words that jumpstart me back into the writer’s life. Desmond Tutu once said, “If you want to be a good writer, you are not going to become one by always going to the movies and eating bonbons. You have to sit down and write, which can be very frustrating, and yet without that you would not get that good result.”
There are many things in life that frustrate me. One in particular sits on my prefrontal cortex wreaking a certain kind of havoc–the havoc of wanting and not having. Still, it is a wonderful opportunity to learn how to separate pain from suffering. One does not, in fact, have to lead to the other. Likewise, a life in which you focus on being good to your kids doesn’t have to be entirely about your kids. There ought to be time for you in there too.
All of this randomness. Thus go the inner workings of the writer’ brain.