The negative space of writing — what we do when we’re not writing — is probably just as important, if not more, than the act of writing itself.
Which I suppose is one reason why writers are so notoriously tormented. Even the smallest decisions — what color to paint my nails, how to eat my eggs — always seem to paralyze me.
Loving this piece by Ingrid Rojas Contreras in Electric Literature about fretting over the many ways everyday minutia can impact the quantity and quality of your output. (See her chart below.)
“All the hours I spend in the back of my throat, flexing my tongue, agonizing in unwritten sentences—is that writing?”
Food for thought.
via: On Not Writing: An Illustrated Guide to My Anxieties by Ingrid Rojas Contreras in Electric Literature