Let me tell you what it can be like to write a blog post.
I wait all day to do it with a million thoughts flying through my head, thoughts that are original and seem to write themselves and make music you’d pause to hear.
And then, I finally get a minute to type. This minute usually comes at around 9:30 at night. I’m very tired. The kids may or may not still be popping out of their rooms.
But I am committed. Spouse is on the job. This is WRITING TIME.
And do you know what rattles in my head? Phrases like:
You don’t have anything good to say.
Your points don’t make any sense.
Your experiences won’t be valuable to anyone.
You are disclosing too much about your family.
You need to forget this pipe dream.
Just go inside and watch tv.
I am very serious when I say that these words come to my mind with the authority of a priest. I am tired, and tired people are vulnerable.
And this is how Satan eats my lunch,
But one thing I’ve found over time is that perhaps the most effective way to deal with Satan is to keep walking, to tell him to get out of the way.
So I take my hands, and I start typing.
And normally, it’s not that good at first. Normally I type very tired thoughts spewing from a very tired mind. But that’s ok. Because even gems like Pixar movies seem to start as incoherent dumps . . . but those artists kept walking (and drawing and writing and animating and all the other wonderful things they do), and now we have a whole shelf of movies that will feel like childhood when my kids are 30 and need to remember what it was like to dream.
So I write, and I write, and I’ll write some more.
Because somewhere in there, there’s a treasure.
And I’m not going to find it if I go watch tv.