procrastination it seems is only a permitted indulgence to one class of careerist - the writer. i'm reading about mrs. parker's first few meetings with ernest hemingway, in which the already-established writer impresses her with the common knowledge among novelists that a single passage or a single page may be re-written 60 or 70 times before it finally sounded right. creativity also hardly strikes everyday, unless you are an innately talented individual with a recipe for avoiding writer's block. there are days when you wander around aimlessly, looking for the right wording or inspiration, or an idea of any sort.
today's a day when i can't write words. yesterday was fantastic - all day, i wrote vignettes in my head, waiting for the chance to post them to my blog. when i finally sat down at my computer at 11 last night, all vignettes promptly fled my brain, and i haven't been able to express anything properly all day. there aren't always opportunities to capture your own personal genius and bottle it. just rest assured that it exists, even if it's just in your head.
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