I did most of the things that make me happy in life today. I talked with my partner—a stirring conversation over dinner before we took in Gerwig’s Little Women on the eve of the Oscars. I listened to an audiobook. It isn’t quite reading but it is engaging in story. Likewise I engaged in sports by coaching and watching my boys play ball. I hung out with my boys as well and even played games with them. The one thing I didn’t do today that is key to my continued joy is to write. This leads me to wonder if it is key to my continued joy.
that answer is yes but it is more complex than a daily task or ten minutes on a blog. Forty plus years on this planet and I still don’t quite know my process. Perhaps I do and dislike it so thoroughly. I write in fits and starts or the irregular spurts of a rotating garden sprayer. I fail at consistency regularly and have been known to lapse into long periods of wordlessness.
for what it is worth, that serves as my process. That process continues to keep me as a mediocre writer with a narrow body of work, so it has to go. I am not satisfied with my production and know I am capable of more. Yet am I capable of a better and constant process?
this remains to be seen.