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Daytight Compartments
February 26, 2001
7:10 a.m.

 
 
     
Sarah McLachlan on the CD this morning



        


     I'm breathing easier this morning.

     I've been in one of those ruts, you know?

     For the past two weeks I've been working as hard as I think I can, writing, putting words down, and crossing them out again. I've been trying to tell stories and struggling, knowing I can do better. For the past two weeks writing has been hard work.

     Part of it, I'm sure, is all the stuff going on around me in my everyday life.

     One of the questions the reporter asked me that didn't make it into the recent article (which I linked above), was whether I ever found myself at work thinking about a story. I can't lie. Sure, it happens. But it happens in reverse a lot more. When I'm at my most productive, and creative, is when I can cordon off a chunk of my day and protect it from the outside world. If this seal is tight, my creativity can run free and tings go easier. But the real world often seeps in.

     Today I sat down at the keyboard and tried to remind myself that this is supposed to be fun. I put music on that I'm used to writing with. I focused on the entire story for a minute or three to remind myself where I was and what I was supposed to be doing, and I picked up the character flow...

     
So much of life is about putting yourself in a position that allows you to do your best.


     Maybe this is how a spider feels sitting in the middle of his web, feeling the breeze flow through it, floating, sensing each strand, clinging softly in place but not clinging, one with it all. Words spin like silk. They're nice. They feel good.

     Next thing I know, it's past seven, and it's time to go.


        


     Have a great day.




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