- no time
- too many interruptions
- too sleepy to think
when the real culprit is the fear I've nothing else to say. Nothing that anyone wants to read, anyway ...
As so often happens when I've a problem, the answer will come out of my own mouth! (The Lord has a sense of humor and often uses me to "encourage" me.)
My "formerly-homeless" friend Elizabeth was telling me of her struggles to create art. We had a conversation today that stepped on my toes. She told me she threw her painting down on the table and walked away intending to never come back until inspiration strikes again.
We are at that comfortable stage of friendship where you can pretty well say what you think and I remarked we southerners call such actions "hissy fits."
Then, I told her, "You know, teachers have to teach every day. Mechanics have to work on vehicles every day. Doctors have to practice medicine every day. What makes creatives think they can just work when they feel like it?"
Oh wow! I said to self, "Self, are you listening?"
Just because I haven't woke up with a "big idea" floating around in my brain, doesn't mean I shouldn't write.
“In other words, keep your eye on the prize. The lack of discipline is really a lack of vision.”
Where do you feel at home in the world?
Emily Freeman wrote about the not only obvious answer to the question (our own homes, or in my case, my little modest rancher-bungalow …) but she talks about her city evoking feelings of hominess.
In my thinking, besides my home, I feel at home in my church sanctuary, and my outdoor sanctuary, Lake Arrowhead.
Sometimes I get homesick for all three. It’s a good weekend when I can say I’ve spent equal parts in all three.