It has taken me a little over two months to write this sentence. Not because I’m a slow typist, and not because it took that long to get it just right. I just didn’t get around to it.
Other things were happening in my life, new projects and new ideas. But during that whole time there was a part of me that knew this blank space was sitting here, waiting, getting a little dusty. Oh, there has still been writing and creating going on. And there will be more. It’s just a different kind of writing, the kind that keeps me fed and gets me in print. Hopefully. So that means less time for “self-published” writing such as this.
The hardest part of any creative action is the enduring the period of no creative action that precedes it. But that is also the most creative part of the process, and I can’t have a creative act without it. It’s the time when the true creativity takes hold, an idea/concept/image forms a little balloon that grows within me. Once that balloon rises to the surface, the action begins. But I need to give the balloon time and room to grow.
So just because I don’t fill this space doesn’t mean I don’t want to. It just means I’m waiting to see what balloons rise next and where they’re going to take me.
