Have you ever had an idea that was brilliant in your head but completely worthless once it left that comfy incubator between your ears? I heard something that inspired me and my brain cells began to fire as I mentally formulated a brilliant post. I was excited and could barely wait to sit down and write.
Twenty minutes later, I sat at my keyboard tapping out my idea. I wrote two paragraphs and read in horror a jumbled, confusing mush of ideas that made me want to weep with embarrassment. I tried in earnest to fix it, and several mixed metaphors and half formed ideas later, I decided to close the document and walk away.
I had a bowl of spinach, which cured my brain fog and mood. An hour later, I returned to the post and declared it a horrible, depressing mess.
I learned two things:
- Spinach is magical (for me at least)
- Sometimes what you write really does stink, admit it and move on.
What have you learned this week?
For some decidely non-stinky writing, check out these posts by writers who clearly eat their spinach:
- Trees of Gestures – Amy Palko sees beauty in what some describe urban blight.
- The Sound of Rain – Janice Cartier’s writing always sings. Somehow she even makes melancholy magical.
- Love Conkers All – A beautiful post by published author Stephen Fry.
- Stories to Pave the Path to Dreams – Emma Newman is a writer to watch, this post captures that restless feeling we all experience on the road to change.