Obstacles to Writing

It is so simple that I only wish it was doable.  These obstacles I have are so manageable if only.  Writers are worse than Hollywoodians when it comes to ego driven insanity.  Our creative souls propel us to places we can’t reach but can feel, we can’t draw but can see, we can’t be but can imagine.  A padded cell is not good enough to contain the insanity our writer’s ego ignites.

Never failing to impede my desire, these obstacles exist to torment my need to write.

Time—the thief of all desires.  Never enough.  Mismanaged at best when we do have it.  Interrupted by those that think so much less of what we are doing that they think we are doing nothing.   I just need to order more hours in which to write.  can it be as simple as designing my own clock with a time warp or Mobius loop for just those few more hours I want?

Eye Twitch—if only my fingertips had eyes to type out on my illuminated keyboard the thoughts I wanted to write when my eyes were so tired that they start twitching at me to demand I close them for sleep.

Idea Muse—those gossamer glimmers that arrive in the middle —-middle of work, middle of the night, middle of anything but the opportune time to capture; sure I will remember that thought, those phrases, these descriptions, this character, a twisted plot complicated in a unique knot; no need to write it down so no worries that I don’t have my journal or a pen.

Technology—don’t even get me started since I won’t be able to find my way out of the ones and zeros without my techilicious man.  And let’s admit that technology is more on the positive than the negative when it comes to writing.  More of an assistive tool than an obstacle, unless, of course we see those words ‘file not found’ or the blue screen of death when we try to boot up a computer. No ExcusesWP_20130217_01020130222220852

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In spite of these obstacles this blog got finished.  It may not have been what I wanted to write tonight but I did write, right?

PS  The techilicious man had a solution for the Idea Muse attacks when I have no journal or pen:  Voice Notes on my Nokia Lumia 920!  He is such a hero!

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No More Excuses

My techiliscious boyfriend introduced me to Nokia’s Lumia 920 phone.  Now, I am not a shopper.  I don’t venture out to the malls and would starve if Sweet Bay was not on my way home from work.  I am one of the fortunate few that has a Sweet Bay that is never crowded and has the nicest staff ever found in a grocery chain.  But I digress–not a shopper.  It is post Thanksgiving and here I am with a new phone; a smart phone and I didn’t have to go find it among the masses of lunatics with credit card debt to amass.  I called my provider on Tuesday and the phone arrived Friday.  Here we are on Saturday waiting for the Seminoles to swamp tromp the Gators and my renegade man has guided me in setting up the phone with all the necessities including one of the most important—Wordpress!  No more excuses!  Write! Write! Right?!