I have not been doing morning writing for a while, something always comes in the way. Excuses, excuses, I know. But at least I have a few completed stories. Today is a weekend morning and I am up early so there is really no excuse. I mentioned writer’s block yesterday, but actually managed almost an entire short story in the course of the day, first draft, of course.
I liked what Annie said in her comment on yesterday’s post: “Maybe the writing muscles need more exercise” and also what Ted had to say, “I am never blocked, merely lazy”. I pushed myself, kept on writing and feel a lot better today.
Met a friend online yesterday who said she had nothing to write about. I never really had that problem, but for those who do, a creative writing class can be a real eye opener. It pokes you in the eye and tells you how everything all around you is waiting to be written about. Everything in your head, in your dreams, in the people you know, and those you don’t know, in the very air you breathe, things are just waiting for you to write about them. And if you are a writer, you will write.