It feels like the honeymoon period is over.
Today's post was hard to
want to do, partly because now that school's just about to start, this is no longer merely a "why not?" activity that fills empty space during the day. But, as a testament to how I'm doing with this habit-forming method, and how far something being habitual goes toward its getting done on a regular basis, I did still do it. Hopefully soon I'll adjust just as well to writing it at night -- either that, or go back to writing it in the morning, once I'm waking up early enough.
The writing wasn't so hard once I actually found a picture. But yes, finding a picture is getting harder than I originally projected. I suspected initially that it might, given my somewhat perfectionist nature and the urge to do things right if I'm to do them at all. I want to write something worthwhile. I want to
exude creativity, not just work towards building it. I've knowingly, yet unintentionally upped the ante on this challenge, but I'm going to try to maintain its integrity and insist to myself that even on days when I don't feel I can find a "suitable" image and write "inspired" text, I still do, in fact, find
an image and write
some text.
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| Europe -- history's desktop and nature's wheel and humanity's sketchpad,
a collective studio of the gods, a street cafe where they gather to
smoke, drink, nourish themselves and write, throw, design, create works
of art, beauty, truth, light. The evocative beauty, studied yet genuine
in its ageless antiquity. Lush and verdant, stately and grandiose,
detailed, delicate, tiny, hardy, crumbling. It is the be, mingling with
the been, the think mixed with the thought. This is where ages meet. |
Yesterday was crunchy, and I didn't get to pre-poetry writing, so this morning, I've done two to make up for it. Still experimenting with the best times for stuff with school starting. I'm not quite in a routine yet, but I figure I can still keep up with my habit-building goodness. 
