It’s weird.
When I’m stuck, thinking about what to write but can’t think of anything good to say… a word will whisper itself into my mind.
Like a mantra of sorts. A focal point for my awareness. A prompt from my meandering muse.
And it’s never at the outset. Only after I’ve struggled for a bit. Maybe 15 – 30 minutes into a good staring at the blank page session that it’ll suddenly appear…
Unprompted. Unpracticed. And weirdly unconscious.
“…Build.”
For years, this word speaks itself into existence in my mind.
And to this day, I’m not quite sure why or where it comes from.
But what I choose to believe is that whispers that come from somewhere deep, somewhere unconscious… are oftentimes far more powerful, and carry much more weight than anything the conscious is screaming, spiraling, and yapping about in the forefront.