Haiku and Thoughts (Veniss Underground / The War of Art)

My words flow freely
Through time and space and sadness
Like sand through fingers

I don't exactly remember when I wrote this haiku. I do know that it's ironic, because, currently, the words aren't flowing all the well for me.  I'm on my Freewrite, that I pulled from off the shelf behind my bed and charged for the first time in a really long while. Its dustiness a symbol of my lack of energy to get Ocularum finished (or my craft paper for that matter).

I have to recommit to the routine though. As writers, we can't control our output, only the time we put into writing. So obvious, so often stated, and yet something that has to be consciously remembered sometimes.

I am, when that happens, drawn to think back to Steven Pressfield's War of Art and  about my own personal areas of resistance and how I can overcome them. Back to basics for me. Free writing, prompts, and the wisdom of Al Watt.

It doesn't matter where you are in the novel writing process, resistance can hit you. I'm nearing the final…