Getting in the Grove
I have been writing somewhat consistently now for about a few months. I've read here and there that in order to create a good flow when you are writing is to exercise your writer's mind like any other muscle in the body. This was quite interesting to me because I have never thought of it that way. I always thought writing just came to you, and then you would write whenever the inspiration hits you. But I must say that it makes sense. Exercising the need to write everyday at a specific time in the day creates a flow for your imagination run rapid.
The mind would start to get used to pumping those creative juices specifically at that time of the day and you'll find yourself itching to write something down. However, if you are like me, class A procrastinator, working full time and going to school full time, you'll find it hard to find a consistent time slot for more important things such as writing.
Although I strongly believe in investing your time, sweat and tears into you craft, I find it a bit harder said than done. Don't get me wrong, I love to write! But there are times when I just feel like "Blah". I guess what I am really trying to say is that I have lost my motivation to write. Time after time I have tried different activities to rediscover it but nothing seems to be hitting that spark. I have tried sitting in a garden, surrounded by countless statues and aromatic flowers dancing about the cool, green grass. But nothing came. I went to the art museum by my lonesome, writing book in hand, and walked about the portraits and sculptures crafted by the famous men and women of the art world. I took an eager seat next to the painting that spoke to me (forgive me, I do not remember who or what it was. But take note that it was a large, extravagant oil painting). I sat there for hours staring closely at the the smooth brush strokes like icing being smeared on cake. And still, there was nothing.
I was about ready to give up on everything; just, quite writing all together despite how many years I have invested in this dream of mine. But, that was just it. It is a dream of mine that I can not shake. I feel as if I can't write about what I'm really passionate about, then what kind of life am I living. My dream is to become a best-selling author and live comfortably with my family. No matter how hard I try, I cannot get the image out of my head of me being a lady boss in the publishing business; calling all the shots, artillery filled up to capacity and running around town like a chicken with its head cut off. Typical scene, I know, but definitely something similar to that.
It's still a hard road and I am getting better. I started to put my book on Facebook one chapter at a time to put myself out there. It's going good and I am very happy of how things are proceeding. It had really helped me stay on track with my writing to satisfy my readers. In conclusion, I can no longer complain. I am a working progress and the journey that I am on will be my own. That' s what makes life so special.
Until next time you guys, I'll write you soon.