“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?
This morning.
You see, the Daily Prompt can be the best of times. “Ooh, that triggered something I really, really want to write about.” And the words roll out and onto the screen without effort.
And it can be the worst of times. “Ugh, argh, I don’t want to write about that at all. What the hell am I going to post about today? Is this the one the breaks the ‘streak’?”
But usually (always, so far) after I sit and think for a while, I come up with some glimmer of the tiniest notion of an idea. Manic, I reach for the keyboard eagerly.
Not a very interesting glimmer, though (I tell myself) and then the gloomy-gus part of this roller coaster cycle sets it again.
Do all writers go through this sort of thing?
Ooh yeah, there’s an idea…but yuck, it isn’t a very good idea.
Its a symptom of a general lack of confidence, I suppose. I feel much better writing when I can see an angle, or a hook, or something concrete to work with.
Come sit in my lap, Thalia, and inspire me. Or even you, Melpomene.
Most mornings, I’ll accept a visit from any of you fine Muses. Even Caffeinenme, the Muse of Awakening, bless you.
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