(About the picture- Even if it is an accurate representation of how my mind still feels cluttered at times, even writing on a laptop, I would never have so much distracting me from my coffee.)
There are times when writing is easy. An idea just pops into my head. I start writing, and before I know it, I have something finished that can be published in this little blog. Maybe someone, maybe even you, will eventually read it and smile.
Other times, writing is real work. It reminds me of every time I sat down to attempt a writing assignment for my high school or college classes, or a small piece for my high school newspaper. An hour later, I would still have a blank sheet in front of me, and many crumpled-up failures in the wastebasket. One difference now is that I do not have to waste any paper with what turns out to be one more unsuccessful attempt.
Currently, my life seems to be in a high state of confusion and flux. Being in such a constant state of change can be beneficial in writing.
Or not.
Good writing is a fragile balance; a process of managing turmoil with tranquility. (Where did that come from?)
I seem to be in a flow of weirdness that will not allow good writing at this point. If you know me, you will know and understand why this could be. Eventually, the weirdness will sort itself out a bit, and maybe some of it will make it into a piece here in some way or another, once I work my way through it.
Sometimes there is just too much grist for the mill.
Memory is the Key 