I've begun writing almost every day for two months, and every day for two months I've stopped and never hit "publish." I think I go through periods where there's a lack of creativity driving me forward, and the only thing I do about it is wait until something major strikes.
But when I look back on the last year of blog entries, I think what struck me the most were the words from others that inevitably led to inspiration. I think it's why I've been so schizophrenic in my reading lately--because I'm trying to find something inspiring, but so much of it is inspiring that I feel dwarfed in my ability to produce anything of worth.
But whether it's Didion or Plath or Sedaris or Ephron, the important thing is that I keep reading and keep writing, and not let the insecurities of the universe weigh me down. I will have more time to do this in just a few days, and so I look forward to continuing this journey.
In the meantime, I'll return to re-reading Blue Nights and dreaming of the golden dream.