Writing is a marathon, and I’m failing. I started the race full on, sprinting with the best of them, but somewhere after the first mile, I lost speed, energy, and motivation. I’m now walking, sometimes even crawling. The finish line is nowhere in sight, and sometimes I feel like I’ve lost the path, turned down a dirt road that wasn’t there in the first place. It was a mirage, imagined up in my desperation. That’s what it is—desperation.Continue reading
Where does a story come from? Where do we get those lightbulb moments from? I’ve touched on this before in other posts, mainly referring to where my ideas come from. We each have our own methods if they can even be called methods. Here are some of the ways I’ve come up with story ideas.Continue reading
What is adequacy? According to the dictionary, it’s “the state of being adequate.” Adequate is “as much or as good as necessary for some requirement or purpose; fully sufficient, suitable, or fit.” If we take it for that definition, then why is it that so many people, myself included, feel inadequate. Are we really all not “as good as necessary”? I don’t think so.
As I’ve been cleaning out boxes that have gathered dust in my basement, one thing is clear—I’ve been writing since I was about seven. That’s quite a long time. No, I won’t tell you the exact length. You shouldn’t ask a girl her age! Take it from me. It’s somewhere between ten and thirty years. Despite all of this writing, my interests have taken other paths, meandering here and there, poking their heads in holes that probably would have been better left alone. The one constant I always come back to is writing.
I’m approaching this blog post, the first after a two-month sabbatical (??!!!), a little differently. I think my two-month sabbatical is pretty informative as to why I titled this the way I did.