Condition or Compulsion

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou

Flash fiction or forced fiction. Is there any point in forcing writing if it won't come. I am undecided.

I know that to get the words to flow you have to turn on the tap, but what if all that comes out is brown and cloudy. Is it worth leaving it running in the hope that it'll run clear, when does the point come that you need to give up and go run an errand or visit a friend whilst you wait for the problem to rectify itself.

I am struggling at the moment to get the words to flow. I'm stuck between the feeling that there is something there, something that is at least good enough to satisfy me, and the feeling that I am just not that articulate and it doesn't matter how much I persevere nothing will ever be quite enough.

I guess at the end of the day writing for me is a compulsion. I can't get it out of my head. I have a vein of creative desire which I can't satisfy any other way. If I sing, ears bleed, if I paint, eyes cross and if I dance, it ends in tears. I'm not saying I can write well, but I can do it without damaging anyone. Reading this is your choice.

So whether I leave the tap running or give it a while is still up in the air, maybe I'll have another cup of tea while I decide.

Honesty and Turning on the Taps

Ok I will hold my hands up and admit it. The transformation of the Om from trash filled heap to almost lovely working space was the catalyst from me to neglect the blog for a few days, but after those first few days the fear of what to write, the act of over thinking it and a general drying up of ideas was what kept me away.

I guess all those folks who say you have to keep writing to keep the tap running are correct. It is scary how quickly the words disappear when you don’t keep it up. How a once fantastic idea with huge potential for growth suddenly seems like a withered shame of a notion when over thought and not allowed to flow on to the page.

So I am back, and I am not necessarily writing the most interesting and thought provoking posts, but I’m leaving the tap on and hopefully those little nuggets of writing gold will out in the wash.

Right now however I am feeling rather smug that I have been brave enough to come back and write even if it is dull as ditch water, so I am off to reward myself with a cuppa and a choccie hobnob. If you are still reading I suggest you do the same, you deserve it.