This is the third time I have sat down to write this morning’s post. For some reason it is more difficult that usual. Words are hard. They don’t want to pour from my fingertips right now. Instead I have to siphon each and every one and my fingers on the keyboard feel large and awkward.
I am still writing. It has taken me three tries, but I am covering the glaring white page. The progress is slow but each word is another small step forward.
Sometimes writing is like that. Sometimes it flows and sometimes it only trickles. It is still important to show up at the keyboard and pound those words out, even when it is almost painful to do so. If I give up just because it is hard, then I don’t deserve the days when it comes easy.
The muse is lazy. She doesn’t always show up. Sometimes you just have to write without her.
My son has a hairline fracture on his ankle. We think. Apparently it is really hard to tell with kids because their bones are still growing. We have to wait until the injury begins to heal to find out if there is actually a crack. There will be calcium deposits along where the fracture is healing.
I am not sure what they intend to do once they verify his ankle is indeed broken, but right now we have it in an air cast. He takes ibuprofen and Tylenol for the pain and my dad made him a cane to help him hobble around. Funny thing is though, the pain in his ankle seemed to grow on the way to school this morning.
Don’t get me wrong. I am positive he is in some pain. The thing aches even when he isn’t using it. However, the whimpering coming from my back seat was no where in sight until we left the house. He managed to limp to the bathroom and his bedroom without much complaint, but the closer we got to school the more it seemed to hurt.
It’s Monday. I understand. I didn’t really want to get up this morning either. With the help of the principal I got him out of the car and on his way though. Then I began to think.
I thought about my son and his aching ankle and came to the conclusion it is a little like writing and writing time. You set aside time to write, but the closer and closer it gets to that time you have more and more things to do, or maybe you find more and more excuses not to sit down.
I’m just not feeling it today. I’ve got writer’s block. My hands/back hurts. I really should get to that laundry/dishes/vacuum.
Sound familiar? I do it too. Writing can be hard. Often we want to just wait until it becomes easier. We put it off because it is difficult. The problem with that is, you aren’t going to get better and it isn’t going to come easier unless you do it.
You just have to put your butt in the chair and write. Use duct tape if you have to.
*sound of tape ripping* Someone remind me to pick up a new roll.
I feel like someone twisted me into a pretzel last night while I slept. The sun is up and shining but
my office front porch is wet from the rain that hammered the roof last night. When I stepped outside the first sight that graced my eyes was a dog in the neighbor’s yard doing his business.
If that’s not a sign to go back to bed…
However, I have writing to. I’ve set the kettle on for tea, but it is taking an unusually long time to heat. I still want to go back to bed. Instead I will go get a towel, dry off my chair and set up my computer. By then the water will be hot and I can have my tea and life will start to look better. I hope.
It really doesn’t matter though, if it does or not, because I have writing to do. Each word counts. Each word is progress. Ten words or ten pages all amounts to the same step in the right direction. The step may be smaller today and harder to take than it was yesterday but I will make it anyway. I have writing to do.