Getting Lost.

​I’m in a foreign city. I know where I want to go. I have a map. But it has no relation to the street signs. I go in circles. Try to avoid crowds. Promising side streets turn into dead ends. The distractions are endless. I need food. I need wine. I need coffee. I need all of the above and more.

Writers get lost a lot. For one inspired moment, we know where we want to go. We can see it. The whole thing. We scribble the words as fast as we can. But they evanesce way, way faster. It’s OK. We’ll fill in the blanks later. But, by then, we can barely read our own scribbles, and can only guess at most of the blanks. We go in circles. Try to avoid banalities. Promising phrases turn into dead ends. The distractions are endless. We need food. We need wine. We need coffee. We need all of the above and more. Maybe there’s no such thing as “writer’s block”. We just get lost. So we keep walking. We keep writing. Until we’re there.

We don’t know how we got there, but we’re there.