Writing has always been a thing of relief, of unqualified joy.
But the need to prove yourself can sometimes be too strong, the need to forge ahead too fast can be crippling.
This is a lesson I learned today, and a lesson I have taken to heart.
My prayer: Lord let me write because it is bursting forth, and let me not be anxious. Amen.
And now to bed and dreams.
4 responses so far ↓
DarcKnyt // August 15, 2008 at 12:07 am |
My prayer, too. Thanks for expressing it.
It is possibly every writer’s prayer, Darc, and you are welcome.
anniegirl1138 // August 15, 2008 at 4:23 am |
Yeah, I am so close to a finished novel that I can taste it and it is this that is slowly bringing my words to a crawl and making me feel that everything I put on the page is crap.
It’s at the moment when one should be celebrating the joy that the reality sets in.
Courage. Repeat after me: “I shall not be anxious.” That said, I totally understand the feeling.
Mental Mist // August 15, 2008 at 10:11 pm |
I am seeing connections everywhere today, to this particular thought
… Grand coincidence!
You have put it beautifully!
Anxiety is in the air, I guess! Thanks for visiting.
indigobunting // August 20, 2008 at 7:47 pm |
Do not be anxious! Keep writing!
(We all experience this…)
. Thanks and a hug.
Keep writing, yes Indigo, that is the answer, keep writing
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