‘Inspiration is for amateurs’

Why consistency, not inspiration, is the key to success

This is one of those Mondays where the desire to write anything in this journal is just not there.

So began my first journal entry of the week. A journal entry I had no desire or motivation to write.

But I forged ahead. I pushed my pen across the notebook paper and scrawled:

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Failing to flourish

All around me, life is flourishing. But my writing life feels like it is dying on the vine.

Here we are in the middle of April, and all around me in this part of the world I see dogwoods are in full bloom, the brilliant purple flowers of redbuds giving way to the new, tender sprouts of leaves, and the dreary, dirty browns of winter erased by lush greenery, from lawns to trees to fertile undergrowth. My unevenly green yard is bursting with the yellow flowers of dandelions, which contrast with the canvas of lawn like the radiant stars of Vincent Van Gogh’s The Starry Night.

All around me, life is flourishing, as it should be in mid-April. But my writing life feels like it is dying on the vine.

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