It’s been six days since my last blog post; six days since I wrote anything of my own. This is one of those hectic weeks that won’t look so bad from the comfort of next week. There are a million and ten things to be done at work and by the time I get home, I’m drained of any impulse to be creative.

The sad part is that ideas keep coming to me. They turn up on my doorstep uninvited in the middle of some other task, begging for my attention.

I’m editing a grant report.
Pay attention to me.
I’m working on a presentation.
Pay attention to me.
Come back in an hour, I’m in a staff meeting.
Pay attention to me!

My subconscious doesn’t like being ignored. I’m having more and more difficulty focusing; my dreams are increasingly bizarre. Words and stories are bottled up inside me, ready to burst when they should be released slowly over time.

Time. Time is the hard part. There just isn’t enough of it and my free minutes are stolen away by aimless Internet searches. What I need is structured time to write. To pour it all out and free up extra hard drive space in my brain.

Not writing is unhealthy. And I wouldn’t be in this sorry state — unable to write anything because too many ideas are clamoring for escape to focus on any one — if I made a better effort to write every day.

You win, right brain. As usual.

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Jonny Eberle is a writer and photographer in Flagstaff, AZ. His laptop’s option key was broken exactly four years and four months ago by a falling point-and-shoot camera. You can follow him on Twitter at @jonnyeberle.

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