Like clockwork, the first week of my new cycle has gone off plan. Client deadlines (and a side of electrical repair) quickly pushed any creative writing off my plate. I know what I want to say but typing takes time!
Also, choosing the right words, feeling the emotions, thinking through the ethics of writing about the living and the dead, and sometimes facing the dark mirror myself. Eating, walking, and showering, too.
All that, and tend to others?
Yes, this week I’m going to other people’s parties. Another useful mantra for the new year. Creative practice most definitely feeds on distraction. For me today, that’s writing in a different voice, another purpose, a reason beyond me. Tomorrow it’s studiously inquiring about cloth wiring.
And reading a lot. What a relief to get some space from the familiar voices. I am taking the pause on my own work as a break to listen to other stories unfold.
Anne L'Ecuyer 