It was a rough night for sleeping last night. Lots of tossing and turning, coughing and snoring.
Today I am exhausted and running on green tea.
And yet, there are things to do. How do I stare at a blank page and come up with something? How do I manage to get the thought process moving at all?
When my mind is empty, I look to an idea file for inspiration. I have a folder on my computer filled with lists, photos, lists of links, articles and e-books. I also have a physical folder filled with magazine clippings, old photos, and things scribbled on scraps of paper. Sometimes I look at all the clippings and links and topic lists and nothing resonates.
That’s when I just choose something. Anything. Sometimes I just put my finger down and that’s how I decide. Once the decision is made, I sit down. And then, word by word, stroke by stroke, I start working.
The flow doesn’t always start gushing, but word by word, stroke by stroke, something happens…. and usually by the middle I start to hit my stride… or not.
But even when I’m running on empty, there’s always at least something I can eke out when given a focus.
And that’s usually what’s empty — my sense of focus.