My vacation has come to an end. It was a wonderful trip to Northern Ontario. Although unintentional, our trip to Manitoulin Island also saw a writing holiday. Not once did I place pen to paper to record my thoughts or develop new story ideas. This recess had a couple of interesting consequences. I was surprised at my apathy when I focused my attention back to writing. The words didn’t flow as smoothly as I’d hoped. Even writing this post is a challenge.
When thinking about my post vacation writer’s block, I began to wonder about the purpose of my writing. Why do I write? Is it to be published? Is it for my own edification? I think these questions directly relate to my current struggles. I’m not sure why I write. Returning to the project that was so strongly criticized by my editor, I’m wondering if its worth the effort. Perhaps its my pride overwhelming my abilities, but I think my writing is as good as much of what I currently read. Why then must I deconstruct my story?
On a different subject, I decided to convert one of my Rembrandt Parables into a podcast. I recorded it, but haven’t figured out how to post it on-line. The size of the file is too large even to send via e-mail. Hopefully I’ll figure it out soon.
(If I’m not sure why I write, then why, oh why am I creating a podcasts? Okay, I’m finished whining.)