The whole endeavour has been useful in keep track of my work pattern and to reflect on where to go next but that’s not what I’m writing about now. What I found interesting is what I wrote. It’s simple, coherent and pretty reliable writing. Not perfect but pretty good. It’s less than 5 minutes worth of writing yet if it’s anything else I get pretty stuck.
Why is that?
The act of the journal is a log of events for not many people other than myself. It doesn’t matter if it’s fantastic or terrible, it has a very specific job that I fully comprehend. If I were to write for the comic or something for an audience, that’s when my brain gets bombarded with additional questions, doubts, second guesses, and other such hindrances.
I think that’s why way back when I was a lot more productive with my writing when I added booze to the mix. The buzz probably hindered the quality of my work but at least the mindlessness created a foundation I could build upon or even rearrange later.
From now on I’ll try to be more flexible and be a risk taker. That way I can trudge forward creatively.