The Writing Process
The sun has set, but it's not quite evening. I'm still in my workday and I still have work to do. Today, my task is to write a heart wrenching letter, seeking support from the thousands of humans who support the work of Indraloka. To inspire them to help continue this work of hope, healing, compassion, and joy. Nick is away. The children are home but (presumably) occupied with their own tasks. I sit down to write. Blank Blank Blank My desk is too messy. I need a clear, distraction free work zone. I tidy the desk and sit back down. The white page stares back at me, a blinking curser it's only movement. It's too quiet. I put on the playlist I created that keeps me in a "fall" mood. Carefully selected tracks of Bruce Hornsby, George Winston, Amber Run, Yanni, Hozier, and Shaboozy (ok, it's not fall--just a really FUN song!) fill my audible space. I take a deep breath and dive into inspiration. But it doesn't come. Hmm. What else do I need?