A Writer's Notebook, Day Five-Hundred-And-Forty-One
I do not know how I am feeling about much of my work at the moment. I know there is a transition happening, a desire to go towards deeper and different ideas and approaches. As well, I sense that I am becoming more keenly aware of many aspects of language that were less than obvious to me before.
All of that is good, but it does mean that much of what I am currently working on is sort of trapped between what I am currently able to do and the new work I am sending. I know this, but while I am writing, and even when I am looking over my work, it can become hard to keep it in mind. In truth, while writing, I don't want to consider any of this, but the fact of being in such a transitional space impacts my ability, at times, to latch on to a poetic image. It causes me to feel slowed down, at times, which creates a bit of doubt for me. I wonder at whether I am losing steam at times, or if I am just wasting my effort. I know these are all natural things, are nothing but the common phantoms of the mind, but only when I remind myself.
All of that is good, but it does mean that much of what I am currently working on is sort of trapped between what I am currently able to do and the new work I am sending. I know this, but while I am writing, and even when I am looking over my work, it can become hard to keep it in mind. In truth, while writing, I don't want to consider any of this, but the fact of being in such a transitional space impacts my ability, at times, to latch on to a poetic image. It causes me to feel slowed down, at times, which creates a bit of doubt for me. I wonder at whether I am losing steam at times, or if I am just wasting my effort. I know these are all natural things, are nothing but the common phantoms of the mind, but only when I remind myself.
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