Writing is not Writing
Often, almost regularly in my process, I feel as if a lot of writing is not writing. The act of putting words on the page.
In my process, I have to put down the pen, get away from the keyboard, get up from my chair, pace around to activate those connective neurons, and go. Go to a place of wonder. I call it the Aether. Sea or Storm, depending on the day. A place of pure, unrefined ideastuff.
It is a beautiful place, easy to get lost. That is why we must weave a tether -- a thread of thought, and follow it, because indeed, it will go. It will lead you to places suitable, places adjacent, but remember, always to follow it. To get lost in the Aether is a marvelous thing, a daydream, often unproductive.
Most writing is not writing, but this strange, invisible work. It is exploring, and the act of putting words on the page is simply documenting the experience so others may go on the same journey.
I feel this is often unsaid. So unwritten about in the world of today.
