There are many moments when I wonder what the hell my brain is doing. It’s all over the place.
It wants to do one thing, then another, all the while throwing things in that I can’t control no matter what the circumstances.
That’s why I write.
This gives me focus when I can’t find it. It’s a depository for my thoughts, though there are time when it feels more like a suppository.
When I write there’s clarity, focus, decision, and faith. Faith is a word that didn’t mean something to me, but writing gives me faith in myself. If I can create worlds, I can do anything else during my day.
The faith to create worlds, to drive story, and to maintain my mind are what get me up and keep me going on a daily basis.
The truth is this shit is hard some days. Lately it feels real hard.
I’m sure it’s the pandemic, but lately I feel detached, unavailable, and like there’s another something I’m missing that isn’t in front of me.
I don’t know where this is going some days, but with writing I get clarity in everything else.
I put a story away out of fear last year. That fear has driven me to work on it after the current project is done.
I hope you’re all well, I’ll be here contemplating the evolution of writing and where my head is.