Past

Sinking In

I have noticed that some days everything I write feels just dreadful.  What I’ve learned is that my job is to keep writing the best I can until it doesn’t feel that way any more.  And to judge nothing until later.  I think any artist regularly engaged in the process has had to figure that out one way or another.  Me, I got told.  No really.  Of course that is so for any creative activity, only makes sense.  I guess what surprised me was how much that same thought applied itself to life in general, that when I go through a patch where I just don’t seem to be able to do anything right, my job is to keep doing the best I can until it doesn’t feel that way anymore, and to judge nothing until later.  Okay, sometimes you have to tell me a few times, but eventually it sinks in.  In both ways.  And so ten pages today.  Some of which maybe don’t hardly suck at all.  But I’ll figure that out later.