There are so many things to do in life. Some are loathsome and some are mundane. Other tasks brighten our lives with color. Lately, I’ve returned to an old love from the past. Painting.
When I can’t get rid of the internal editor that nags and nags in my ear, I’ve learned to shift my struggles from writing and focus on what’s around me. What do I see? What details do I miss when I’m in a rush?
What do you do when you can’t seem to write another coherent word? What creative well do you go to that brings new life?