I've been in a writing drought, lately. Taylor's told me that for some, the key to consistent writing is consistent think time, and I think perhaps this was why blogging was so satisfying to me in the beginning. I started consistently blogging after moving to Provo and starting school. Built into my life there was a 25 minute solitary walk home. By the time I was walking home, most of the day's cares were behind me. Homework could wait, I was walking home to relax for a bit and get a snack. So I wasn't in a hurry. I was alone with my thoughts and the beautiful Provo streets and trees and sunshine...or snow. I didn't listen to music because I liked to take that time to think. The majority of my writing happened immediately after I walked in my door. I remember many days with my boots and coat still on, backpack slumped by my bed, as I satisfied the urge to write. I think the need to write because I had very consistent time to think (in an inspiring setting, with no hurry and nothing in particular to occupy my mind).
So it's been harder to write lately. Not because I don't want to write, and not because I don't have time to write. And really, it's not because I don't think or don't have time to think... I think it's probably more difficult because there isn't any consistency to my inspiring think time. Work (although quiet) is rarely good think time OR good writing time. The drive home from work is often glorious think time, but so often I go from work to the gym or to pick up Taylor or to some other scheduled activity. There isn't usually a lot of blank space directly after my drive home.
And I'm thinking of forcing some blank time following think time. Because it's good for the soul. My soul dearly misses the drive to write. It's one of those things that makes me feel truly taken care of. When I have that precious no-deadlines/appointments/meetings alone time to sit and write (with a spoonful of peanut butter and bag of chocolate chips), THAT is relaxation. That is...bliss. Really, anything that stirs my creativity that way is worth fighting for, and lately there's been a large lack of that in my life. Creativity is worth keeping, so I'm brainstorming ways to get that drive back. Really... in any form.
