there are days. all sorts. this is one of them.
i wonder if this is the day i ran out of something to say?
so i'm afraid. i'm afraid this day's failure is the result of all past failures and the harbinger of all future failures. and i am faced with several options: do i accept the days failures and write them off as part of the process? do i let this day's failures be the root of tomorrow's? do i allow the fear to consume me? do i keep forging ahead in the remainder hours of the day? do i just let it be for the day and call tomorrow a new day? i'm fairly certain letting this day ruin the rest of them is a bad idea, however, this is the option that seems inevitable today. so, instead, i'm trying to face the fear. call it what it is, and hopefully move forward. tomorrow.
because i fear today is lost.
3 comments:
I stumbled across your blog while grading essays on Hamlet, and looking for the answer to the mundane question of whether "ghost" is capitalized in the quotation that forms your blog title. I had also just read aloud the to be or not to be soliloquy, so your post was resonating on multiple levels this morning. The day is never lost when you can stir the heart of someone through what you've written. I hope today, a few weeks after the post, you are not still echoing Hamlet: "I do not know why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do'" :)
John
john,
i rested. took a lovely holiday. and put the product out of my mind. i focused on the process, and after a few sleeps, the process moved towards a conclusion!
creative blocks are icky.
they are also inevitable. :)
Glad to hear it, Elea. By the bye, your blog has sparked me to explore blogging. There was just something about your easy style that made me think it would be fun to try.
And on creative blocks, correct on both counts :)
BUT . . . check Sir Philip Sidney's sonnet, "Loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show" for some good advice, or at least advice I've found useful.
John
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