When Writing’s Not a Rainbow Made of Angels Singing Puppies

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It’s funny how far the beginning can feel from the end. When I sat down to write this post, all I could think about was being this side of the 200 words or so I needed to write. And when I’d managed, when I got to the things like categories, tagging and a headline, I’d be on the other side of the words.

From here to there, with a few strokes of a keyboard.

Of course, anyone who’s ever stared a blinking cursor in the eye knows it’s not really that easy. It’s not as though you open a spigot and out pour the words, though on the rare occasions when that does happen, it’s like a rainbow made of angels singing puppies.

But the reality is there’s only one way from this side to the other. You’ve got to put your head down–only don’t do this literally, it makes it tough to see and even tougher to type–and let your fingers do the writing. Easier said than done, right?

It’s like looking down when you’re at a great height. Or so I’m led to believe. I’m very rarely at a height great enough to check that advice. But metaphorically, it’s the same thing. Don’t measure the distance.

Just take the ride.

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