False Starts

I’ve got two words for you: false starts.  No matter how many different starts I attempt on my “river” story, it all sucks to me.  I know I have the ability. I just can’t seem to get going on this one.

The one thing I miss about writing is my old routine.  Late at night, I would put on some atmospheric music – a little Dead Can Dance; maybe some drum & bass. I would just lay there with my headphones on until something struck me.  I can’t do that right now because when Chris goes to bed, I can only sit at the computer – which isn’t really comfortable at all. Plus, I just feel much more connected to my writing ‘voice’ when I write longhand.  It may sound silly, but at this point I want to to whatever it takes to stimulate my creative side.

I don’t know what it is about the dead of night that breeds in me this creative spark.  It’s in the solitude, the stillness, that allows my creative spirit to stir, then awaken. 

I do think, though, that sometimes it is good to break one’s old habits and routines. Maybe that is what is holding me back – trying to recapture my old ways. Maybe they just don’t work for me anymore.