Writing is a counter-intuitive process, we all know this. Sometimes it’s easy. Sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes we find immense joy. Sometimes we want to shoot ourselves in the heads. That’s typically how it goes.
But what if it didn’t?
Well, what if it didn’t for you?
What if writing was a more or less easy process without hiccups (well, not totally) and you could generally get your work done in any amount of time you chose, a week, a month, a year, etc.?
Well, there is a way. It’s called meditation.
Now, I know you’ve probably heard this preached to the point of nausea but here me out on this one. It’s not as one-with-the-universe-bullshit-everyone-else-keeps-spreading as you think. . .
The point of meditation is to calm the mind. When the mind is calm, it is more receptive to creative energy, meaning it flows easier and ideas come more frequently. When that happens, it makes it easier for you to get in the zone because you’ve already done the equivalent to “pregaming” before a party which, in this case, is meditate.
You clear out all the shitty thoughts and you leave your mind a blank slate. Forget about your asshole boss, that bitch from work, your annoying parents, etc. and focus on the task in front of you.
I know I’ve said this before.
When you meditate and then get to work, even for five minutes, you enter a more natural state of relaxation in which everything starts to flow, achieving “Flow State”. This is the state you want to be in all the time because there are rarely, if any, hiccups at all, everything just kinda rolls off your back or doesn’t even touch you. It’s like there’s this protective bubble around you that nothing negative can penetrate. You become an observer of the bullshit in the world rather than a participant and that’s the true role of a writer.
Observe the bullshit and write about it, not partake and be written about.
Do I meditate? No, I’m just a relaxed individual. Not that I don’t need it, I’ve just developed the habit of writing every morning before work. I’m sure meditation would do me some good but there are rarely any hiccups in my life because I’m boring.
Alright, enough about me. On with the segment. . .
Just try it for five minutes, you can do it on the floor guru-style with your legs crossed, you can do it sitting on your chair with your hands folded, you can do it with a rock on your head, your partner’s butt in your face, doesn’t matter. Five minutes, time yourself and tell me how it goes in comment section. I want to know.
As always, that’s my spiel on the subject.
Till next week. . .