Posted: February 11, 2011 in Process

A writer has many voices and sometimes I find it hard to listen to the right one. My instinct is often over powered by either self-doubt or the ego. It’s a challenge to navigate through the tension of all three and can be quite exhausting. On days when I can no longer listen to the arguing within myself, I lie in the middle of the floor and close my eyes tight.

I imagine myself stranded in the middle of the ocean with nothing but the current to move me. As I float, I have no idea where I am heading or any idea if I have even moved in any direction. I allow myself to burn in the sun, drown by hurricane rains, and be torn apart by sharks.

This is how I quiet the negative distractions.

When I survive, my instinct is the only one left screaming and I find the strength to stand once more.


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