For the past week or possibly even week and a half, my creative juices have been flowing at the pace of a tortoise. Tonight however, I was actually able to shell out more than a couple hundred words to add to Jenny Mac, instead I surpassed that number and cranked it all the way up to 726, which is still pretty low, for a writer anyway.
Regardless of it not reaching 1,000 words or passing 1,000 words, there’s something about relieving the blockage in your head that makes reaching, 726 words feel like reaching a tremendous milestone, or even accomplishment. Perhaps the stripping away of that irrational fear that you’ll never be rid of the intrusive blockage, that had interrupted the flow of your story. Or perhaps it’s like watching a thick fog finally lift, so that you can see with enormous clarity what direction you’re heading in. It reaches a point, that it doesn’t matter how little the distance you venture in that direction you’re navigating toward, it just feels good to be able to see the path more clearly.
Or perhaps I’ve just been talking out of my ass. Either way it feels good to have at least some clarity, with my navigation system coming back into play. Including the directions that is leading me towards my eventual destination, on route.