“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.