“Will you be writing while you’re there?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll be blogging, and I’ll post them to Facebook.”
Ah, the best laid plans.
Sometimes I wonder what it is that keeps us from doing the things that we say matter most to us?
I have plenty of unscheduled time. Huge “blocks” of it during which I could write. And yet I have written hardly a word.
Writer’s block: An extended period of time during which one could write but, for various reasons, does not.
So what makes today any different? Perhaps that I have four hours on a train with no internet service. Thus, there is no further research I can do for my upcoming camino. Nor can I book my as-yet-unscheduled return flight.
I read somewhere that what distinguishes a professional writer from an amateur writer is that a professional knows writing isn’t hard–but starting is. But isn’t that true of many things in life? I think of my decluttering clients and students. How often, once we get started, is a task not nearly as big as we, at first, thought it would be? And then we wonder why we didn’t start this sooner.
So I have no excuses. I have simply neglected to start.
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Hahah well, welcome to my life. Or, should I say, thank you for inviting me into your’s. 🙂
I wholeheartedly agree with your thinking!
Glad to hear that another pilgrimage on the Camino is in the works.