Those days when the words won’t come are the worst. It’s not that the words are lost; it’s that they’re unsure how to assemble themselves. The ideas are present. The outline is there. But the story waits because I can’t figure out how to say what I need to say. My minds runs in fifty different directions and half of them aren’t even relevant to what I want to write. Being a writer isn’t necessarily just about one’s ability to craft a story, it’s about what you do in moments like this. It’s what your mind does when it can’t write—when it can’t create the way you want it to. That’s why when I hit a wall and I can’t progress my story any further, I open a blank word document and type. No deleting. No second guessing. Just typing. Anything to make sense of the writing process; anything to get my fingers moving.

And this is where I am today.

I’m struggling, but I’m not going to shut down my computer and walk away. I’m going to keep moving; I’m going to keep typing nonsense until something worthwhile comes from this venture.

And I’m going to post this to my blog as a reminder to myself why I’ve chosen this path.