Tuesday and Wednesday I didn’t write for various reasons, including a lovely dinner with my friend M, and spending 1 1/2 hours working on neighbor C’s stuff.
Tonight it was back onto that horse. I was concerned. I’ve been writing an application for the day job, and have only been programming for the last three days. Programming uses the same creative parts of my brain that writing does. Technical writing doesn’t. I just feel sharper when I do a lot of technical writing — maybe because every word has to be so precise. Programming, puzzle solving, is just so much more creative to me.
However, my concern was for naught. Last session, I was smart and I stopped after writing only the first two words of a paragraph. It was really easy to jump back in.
I didn’t do that tonight. I wrote about 8 pages long hand. If I’m keeping true to form, that’s about 1200 words. Then I hit the wall. There was nothing left inside me. Everything shut down.
I feel very good about what I did tonight, how I extended my mythology, the easy similes and metaphors. This is how it’s supposed to be.