Moving Beyond Resistance

By Elizabeth Fletcher

I have a confession: I hate sitting down to write.

When I overcome that not-so-small hurdle and begin the work of translating the images and voices in my head, wrestling words into sentences and then rearranging sentences until they fuse into something complete, I step out of my own way and find fun. For as much as I loathe sitting down to write, there’s an ecstatic high to having written, to losing a sense of a self and being surprised along the way.

To underst...