Take my recent two-month break from blogging as an example. While trying to decide what to write for this post, I started doing some other things to occupy my time, such as unpacking boxes from my recent move and settling in to my new place. Before I knew it, I was fully immersed in house chores and other such endeavourers.
Then I realized what I was doing.
So in the middle of washing dishes tonight, I put my soapy sponge down and went directly to my computer to start writing.
What I was doing is dawdling. I was postponing the pursuit of my dreams by telling myself inspiration would strike soon.
Enough is enough, I decided.
In all truth, I think Jack London said it best when he said, “You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.”
The funny thing about inspiration is it usually only comes to those who are or have been working in its absence. Inspiration is, after all, a product of perspiration.
Think about it. You sweat by using muscles and creativity is a muscle. It’s a muscle that only gets stronger by using it.
In another respect, writing is like a lump of coal – you won’t get any diamonds by starring at it or by thinking about it. You have to add pressure to turn any work in progress into a gem.
After thinking about it and mulling it around in my brain, I decided that I had to apply my butt to my desk chair and my fingers to the keyboard if I really wanted to get anywhere.
So here I am, finally, after such a long time.
Club in hand.