The Artist’s Way Continued

Without the constant teenage angst pumping through me I find it difficult to commit to journal entry writing.

I’ve been starting at this white page on and off since early this morning. Now hours later I figure I need to write something – anything. If only to prove that I can do this simple writing exercise.

I can’t help but wonder if Julia Cameron herself keeps to it religiously… Or if there are days that her mind goes blank –as blank as this page used to be – and she decides not go through with her morning pages.

Not that it would make me feel less guilty if she did. No, the guilt would still be there and the self-reprimand of failure to accomplish such a simple task would drip in my mind voice.

Take a deep breath.

I can do this. For each day – one entry. Even if it’s just a few lines, well okay that’d be a cheat of sorts, it’s recommended to write a full page… what if I don’t have enough in me to fill the page?

I think the point of the exercise, to clear the pipes, sort of speak would still be accomplished just by getting whatever more or less gibberish is running inside my brain out whether it fills a full page or not.

Is any of this making sense… probably not… and its okay.

Mission accomplished – entry done and logged.