Whenever you have one of those zen moments like everything is in perfect harmony, pause for a moment and ask yourself: how did I get here?
I can get here when I forget about deadline pressures and just sink into my work. When my work is all there is and I can forget the world (and certainly Twitter and Facebook and CNN), I feel completely at peace.
Lately I have been wondering if my book is magical because I get so blissed out when I’m working on it.
Sure, it’s hard work. And yes, it’s hard to sustain my concentration deeply over long periods of time. The spring weather lately makes this extra difficult lately.
Like most people, I have a knee-jerk reaction to resist the deep reflection. It would be so much easier to just keep skittering across the surface tweeting this and tweeting that, checking my Facebook page, and e-mail, wondering if I should do a few more administrative tasks before the day is out.
But nah, I really prefer the depths. I enjoy the watery shadowy places where I can almost make out what I’m trying to say…until I finally get it.
Who cares if a topic has been broached ten thousand times before. I’m going to say it the way I’m going to say it. And I’m going to get my point across. Or I’ll keep working until I do.
Create a perfect day. It’s really up to us.
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I, too, love the depths. That’s one of the hardest parts of being a writer mama for me: finding time and space to sink into my own thoughts and find the flow. There’s a deep river down there if I tunnel far enough. But the ringing phone and crying baby beckon me up to the surface. Often.