Writing Complete Crap

That’s what I seem to be doing these days.  My mind is a minefield of distractions.  I have so much on my plate these days.  A new routine.  Many new and old friends in and out of the house.  When it is quiet, my mind just hums along, thinking of all the things that I should be doing, cleaning, or cooking.  The best times seem to be when my mind is completely blank.  Nothing.  Nada.  No thoughts.  Just incoming sights and sounds, but no thoughts.  My mind just switches off sometimes these days.  And I let it. 

Sample of what happens when I try to write sometimes lately.  Photo:  Theresa Duncan

There are times when I pick up a pen and my pad of paper (the computer ensconced inside where I do not want to be), sit on the porch with a tall glass of tea, and wait.  What makes it to the page is crap.  (See the photo.) Utter and complete crap.  Unusable.  Just words.  Sometimes phrases.  Random thoughts.  Nothing of any perceived value.  Sometimes a grocery list is placed in a box on the side of ideas that go nowhere.  Or a to-do list sprouts up somewhere along a margin of sometimes illegible words.

But I write.  And I read.  Because that is what writers do.

Keep writing.  No matter what, I tell myself.  Keep writing….

I hope you are writing these days, dear writer/friend. What are you writing about?

Happy writing… ~T

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