It’s not writer’s block. But there’s this thing … this crazy thing that sometimes happens to the state of a writer’s mind, and you know, without knowing how you know, that your writing–if you do it right now–will not be … right. Sometimes it’s because you’re too tired, or too busy, or in love, or falling out of love, having too much sex, or not enough. Or it might be because the dry cleaner told you your clothes would be ready on Wednesday and you got there and they weren’t.
I’m not kidding–the state of a writer’s mind is a delicate thing. A part of me thinks we’re all half-crazy anyway, living our most significant lives in our heads while others live them in the “real world”. In that ‘head-world’ of ours, things have to be just so, the balance has to be just right for the words to come.
I know when my balance is off. I know when the words will be wrong, so I’ve learned to just let it alone and not panic. You see, while all other things may be in flux, one thing is certain about the state of the writer’s mind — no matter what, no matter how long it takes, it will always, eventually, finally, relentlessly, seek to … create.