I’m so chuffed to say that I’ve started writing a new book.
Those dry patches are not nice for any creative person; those periods of time when you think you won’t ever create anything else again, because your muse has seemingly left you, and you have nothing else to give.
I wonder if I will ever be able to see those dry patches as necessary to the creative process. Because they are necessary. They’re there for us to regroup, to recharge: to read as a reader, to observe art as an observer. They’re required, just as Winter is required in the run-up to Spring.
I have started a new book, and I am happy. I’ve done 7,000 words so far. I’m taking my time, enjoying the process. I don’t plan, so the story is revealing itself to me with every paragraph, sentence, and word.
I’m going to say it again because it feels good.
I’ve started to write a new book.
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