“When asked, ‘How do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘one word at a time’.”
– Stephen King
I desire to write. To write for more extended periods. To be a better writer. But I grapple with the restless onslaught of mental noise and other distractions that stifle my ability to concentrate. Trying to quiet my mind seems akin to wrangling a stubborn beast, its thrashing disrupting any sense of tranquility. The quiet I seek remains beyond my reach, obscured by the ever-shifting landscape of thought vying for my attention.
Yet, amidst the turmoil, there comes an occasional fleeting respite – a momentary calm where the noise subsides. I seize the opportunity to string together a few words and thoughts that have eluded me. In these rare moments of stillness, the true essence of my thoughts emerges. I press on, driven by the narcotic of creativity—the need to quench the insatiable thirst of capturing my fleeting thoughts.
brenda
21 Mar 2024This is really nice…the softness and light. Thank you
Ron Mayhew
22 Mar 2024Thanks, Brenda. I started doing still lives during the covid lockdown and have loved going them since.
Klausbernd
22 Mar 2024Dear Ron
first of all I like your still life, very much 👍
I have been a professional author and I saw it as a job. I sat down and wrote, it didn’t matter how my feelings were. Writing was and still is a kind of meditation for me. I just did it and that transported me into a calm meditative state.
Thanks for sharing
Klausbernd
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂