On Wednesday night when I returned from my shift at Outfest, I started writing a piece on marriage, fleshing out an idea I had earlier in the week for which I had intended my post on Elizabeth Gilbert’s book to serve as a prelude. But, as I wrote, I found the words on the screen didn’t match the ideas in my head. Or at least the ideas that had been in my head when I had initially conceived the post.
I also had an idea for a post on the Dodd/Frank financial regulation bill which the Senate passed this week–how it was crafted by two individuals who have spent their professional careers in government, having never worked in the entrepreneurial or financial sectors — and thus having had no real world of experience of financing an enterprise or creating jobs. I doubted whether the bill would help the anemic economy, indeed, thought it might well prolong the credit crunch.
For some reason, yesterday, likely due to the heat, I just couldn’t write either piece yesterday. My mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t focus my thoughts–much as I tried. Then, this morning, while doing cardio in anticipation of my workout, the whole marriage piece just kind of wrote itself. Would it that I had had a tape recorder. I did scribble some notes after working out and hope to get to the post later this afternoon, but must first take care of several requirements related to my day-to-day existence as well as my civic “responsibilities.”
Once again, there’s just something about writing. Sometimes the words don’t flow when you’d like (need?) them to. And then when you’re not even thinking about the issue you wish to address, there they are. And at moment when you like the means to preserve and/or transmit them.