It’s 3 AM and the muse wakes you up, flitting and tripping around your brain, whispering in your ear, hinting at the fabulous stories she’ll tell you when you wake up in the morning. You groan, turn over, jot down some notes and go back to sleep. The next morning, you have some coffee and boot up your computer. You look at the notes you made last night and your heart races with anticipation and possibility. You place your fingers on the keyboard, you wait for a pulse of energy to run through you, and then . . . nothing. Your hands are still.
Bingo! Robin Williams took dud roles and stellar roles, alike. Every great musician turned out a portion of dreck, along with the masterpieces. I write pablum one day and am intensely inspired the next.
Make an appointment to write on your calendar, like a doctor's appointment, and show up. That's the only way I know to do it.
A great point and a lot of self-awareness.
Oh Yes!
So glad!
Bingo! Robin Williams took dud roles and stellar roles, alike. Every great musician turned out a portion of dreck, along with the masterpieces. I write pablum one day and am intensely inspired the next.
Love 😺💕
I know her well!
Very timely piece I’m definitely a waiter why do I just not start? It’s the question I ask myself every damn day!