Trying to regain my sense of play

Writing is a weird thing. All the advice you get is about how to turn it into a business. Be disciplined. Write every day. Finish everything. It’s not about ideas, it’s about execution. And all of that stuff is true.

But it’s also a creative activity. You have to think up ideas out of your own brain and turn them into a story. And nobody’s really certain how to do that.

I don’t know. It’s a thing I’ve been struggling with. I feel like my work has been missing a little something. Not sure what. But one thing I’ve noticed is that there hasn’t been much about it that’s been fun for me. I’ve lost that sense of surprise and spontaneity, and I sometimes feel as if I don’t really have much to say.

But wanting to say something isn’t the point, of course. The point is that the process of writing is the process whereby you learn what’s important to you. So I dunno. I’m trying to let go. Trying to figure it out. It’ll all come to me someday.