The Creative Resistance

Ideas come so frequently of things to write. As I am at work, driving or cooking dinner. And yet when I am presented before me with a pen, a notebook or a laptop the words and all the thoughts that came to me before suddenly disappear. 

Ideas are a dime a dozen, we can all come up with them but actually forming it into a novel, essay or even just a poem can be as daunting as the opening approaches to a mountain.

You get some ideas you believe are really good but question your ability at this time to be able to fully create what you believe that idea could be. You hoard them away for another day, a day which may likely never come.

And now you don't even write at all, you put it off. “Maybe tomorrow” you say to yourself or  “when my job isn't so busy, or once I clean the house” or whatever excuse comes to mind.

You reach the point where after so long you write about your inability to write and that then becomes the best form of creative writing available to you, writing about how you cannot write. It is a therapy. 

At least you are now writing again though, right?