Percolating

It takes a lot of time to write.

Sometimes, it feels easy and like it doesn’t take any time at all. The words flow out of you, seemingly as if they were placed there beforehand, by your muse or something else unseen. They appear on the page, effortless, like smooth peanut butter on bread.

Other times, they are stalled, infuriating, crossing their arms and refusing to leave. I can see them, their chins in the air, turned away from me, frowning. They are bratty little shits.

This is just my perspective, of course. If I change my perspective, if I look at the time spent sitting in front of a page, waiting for those bratty little shits to figure themselves out as irrelevant, then I’m happier. The time it takes to write often takes simple wait time.

It takes time for your brain to percolate. The words need to sit in hot water and steep to develop into something rich and powerful. They will be more flavorful. When they appear, they will give you life.

Yes.