“The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.”
– Steven Pressfield, The War of Art
So here I am again… staring at the proverbial blank screen.
I haven’t written in ages.
It’s not as if I didn’t want to write. It’s not because I didn’t mean to write. I always knew what I had to do. I just didn’t do it.
All of this is so familiar to me now. I’ve been here so many times already. But there’s nothing for it now than to just go ahead and accept it. No drama. No beating up on myself. I know better now. Just calm acceptance and a willingness to change things for the better.
Yes, I gave into distraction. Yes, I lost sight of what was important to me. Yes, I stopped writing. And yes, it kept gnawing away at me – until it became unbearable. Unbearable because suppressing your true Self is a painful thing to do – especially if doing so is not the life you have chosen for yourself.
So I am back. It feels good and I know it will get better. In fact, I have Mr. Pressfield’s word on the matter:
“This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don’t. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. She approves. We have earned favor in her sight. When we sit down and work, we become like a magnetized rod that attracts iron filings. Ideas come. Insights accrete.”
Well Muse, I am here now. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.