This time of year drives me crazy. One day it's hot, the next it's cold. It's sunny at noon, rainy at one. I can't figure out whether I should wear a sweater or short sleeves. The weather is so fickle.
And so am I.
I can't figure out if I want to work on fiction, tinker with the blog, fiddle with the website... or just go shopping. My brain is in squirrel mode, skittering back and forth with no clear direction, driving me crazy as I sit behind the wheel trying to navigate my attention.
In most other things I do, a little discipline would go a long way in such a situation. I'd wrangle my attention span, force myself to focus, and fight through the jitters that make me want to hop up and switch projects every ten minutes.
But writing is a different sort of occupation altogether because it takes creativity, and creativity is tough to manufacture even with a boat load of discipline. And when creativity takes a holiday, I end up sitting in front of the screen mesmerized by a blinking cursor.
I figure somewhere out there, in these crazy mixed-up days, there must be some inspiration. The world was created by an amazing God. There's always amazing products of His creativity out there somewhere, right? So it's up to me to open my eyes to the little things, to see all the intricate aspects that make up the big picture. It's time to let my wandering focus run around outside for a little recess so I can pick up some ideas to cure my writers block.
Even if it has to wear layers.
The Last Witness by Glenn Meade
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