Resistance

I tend to be an upbeat person. A realistic optimist. I try to make the best of things and believe in the good in people, but I also try to balance it with the indifference of the world and that people are usually more concerned with themselves and slights are not intentional. I don’t think this world-view is paradoxical, though I’m sure it has inconsistencies in logic, as we all do.

This I try to reconcile with being slightly bipolar. Not so much that I need medication. Every two to three months I go from being energetic and full-speed ahead to down and struggling to get myself to even think about writing. Then, once again, back on that horse, full-out gallop.

And, by nature I’m a good girl. I try not to make others uncomfortable and I tend to be pretty empathetic. Which is all to say that when I’m not writing, I get kind of down, yet I don’t want to let that note of desperation creep into these entries.

So I have a dilemma: On one hand I would like this to be an honest account of the creative process and a deeper discussion (especially when I good comments ~ thanks, Pembroke), but on the other hand the good girl in me shrieks when I consider talking about writers block. Hmmmm.

We’ll have to see how it all shakes out.

What I’m Reading Today: Juan Rulfo’s The Burning Plain and Other Stories. Oh my gosh, what amazing stories! He’s right up there with Tobias Wolff and Raymond Carver and Denis Johnson, only more desperately heart-wrenching.