When words flow freely, they tumble across the page like an Olympic gymnast. One after another, they cannot be stopped. They roll off the finger tips like hot dice, looking for a winner. But then they don't.
Inspired writing is the easiest kind. From a few words an idea is birthed, and in no time the idea jumps onto the screen as words appear by magic. Then something goes awry. The thought gets held up, stifled - by writer's block. "What was that phrase I was going to use here? I can't remember it, but it's a good one." Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. "Oh, well. Better write something else." And it's never quite right, like the one you thought of but then forgot.
When I have a thought that is a good use of words, I write it down somewhere, as quickly as I can. I know that if I don't, that thought - that idea - may vanish like weak smoke on a windy day. If I'm lying in bed, trying to go to sleep, and one of those word notions hits me, I make myself get up, write it down, and go back to bed. With that one notion an entire column may be crafted.
It's not easy finding something worthy to write about once a week for years and years. Especially if one tries to avoid writing about religion and politics, because no one has ever changed anyone else's mind about either of those, in any online discussion, anywhere in this part of the Milky Way galaxy.
What happens when it's Tuesday morning - deadline day - and nothing has spontaneously exploded onto the page and written itself? I'll tell you what happens. The same thing that happens when you're in school and that paper is due, but you didn't focus on it until right now. "There are many fascinating words and phrases in our language." Yada, yada, yada.
A glance at the page. (How much has been written? Is it three hundred and fifty words? It looks like three hundred and fifty words. How much more to go? A hundred and fifty? I think I'm going to make it. I just need to stretch this last part out a little bit longer, and contrive a conclusion.)
Suddenly the realization that the end is within reach takes hold. Goodness gracious, this is going to work! The wordsmith hammers away on his keyboard, laughing at the deadline. Deadline? It's just past that next paragraph!
It's not easy getting to the end, sometimes. Occasionally, you have to repeat yourself to get there. Occasionally, you have to hand in something that really isn't your best work. But you made the deadline. You turned in SOMETHING, and you did it before the deadline! You deserve tacos and ice cream! Well, go get some!
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