A trip, a stumble and a fall

Good intentions, like New Year's Resolutions, don't get the job done without some effort behind them. As a developing writer, I strive to write daily. I thought a blog would give me the extra push to keep that commitment. If I failed to do so, my stumble would be public and that knowledge just might keep me honest with myself. Hmmmmm, my theory hasn't quite proven true.

I tried, really I did, these last few days. I dreamt up titles and composed sentences in my head but all clever prose - so perfect in my mind's eye - disappeared in to the recesses of my brain when I sat down at the computer. I stared at the monitor as if frozen; no words spilled from my brain through my fingers on to the page. But I shouldn't have let that stop me from moving my fingers across the keyboard, even if all they spelled out was a jumble of letters with nary an intelligible word among them. A wise friend and accomplished writer told me her secret: just start writing even if it turns out to be crap. Get the ideas out and go back to fix them later. Movement is the key apparently, as if the finger bones are directly connected to the brain bone. Idleness weakens the connection and typing, regardless of content, is physical therapy for writer's block.

A fall does not equal a failure unless I allow it to stop my efforts completely. I'm pulling myself up, dusting myself off and steeling myself against future trips and subsequent crappy writing.

Okay, fingers, do your job and channel my hidden eloquence.