Time is a problem. Too much or too little? I guess it depends on your perspective. If you are anticipating a happy event, time will drag. On the other hand, time flies when you are enjoying yourself. But why are you looking at the clock anyway?
There is little doubt that too much time is the enemy of creativity. I can sit for hours nursing a lukewarm coffee with little idea of where to start, let alone where my writing adventure will end. Masterpieces and bestselling novels seem to be in short supply. For every earth-shattering triumph there are millions of well-intended words and witty observations discarded on the floors of coffee shops and train carriages.
So how to start? I really don’t know.
A friend told me that the key to success is bloody minded determination rather than unearthing a latent creative gene. Nothing writes itself. The only way to do good stuff is to do a lot of bad stuff too. Just start. Write something down.
That all sounds rather sensible. She should know, although I’ve only actually read her good stuff.
So, I’m going to make a start. Just let me grab a coffee………..after all I do have rather a lot of time available. For now.
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