These are the mind games you play.
I have some writing tricks, but I never say
that I’m going to put aside writing for a time in hopes that I can bluff my muse
into giving it up. That’s like a cheap line in a single’s bar. That’s like
telling a headstrong toddler that you are going to leave him in the grocery
store.
“I’m leaving, Trevor. I really am. I’m going
now. Goodbye Trevor.”
Here is a tip for you: Never try to bluff or
seduce your muse. Instead, court her. Learn to love her. This is a marriage, not
a one-night stand.

There are days when I want to hurt people. No,
that’s not true. Let me think about this. Okay, I’ve got it. There are days when
I like the idea of hurting people. I give them such a tongue lashing
while I drive to the coffee shop. Before I arrive I set everyone straight,
establish my boundaries, and confront the enemy. And because I’m a writer,
somehow I believe it’s all real.
Here is another tip for you: You need to win a
battle before you write. So win one - even an easy one - and get all
that stuff out of your mind.

There are days when I want to hurt myself.
My mind betrays me, and I start to believe crazy things.
On these days the worst is all I can see. A mist of anxiety floats over me like
mustard gas on a battlefield. I
look up and see it dropping softly into my shell
hole.
Anxiety is a pre-emergent creaticide. It
spreads itself over your root bed. It chokes your seedlings and scorches the lungs of your muse.
You have to get rid of your anxiety. I don’t know how you will do it. Maybe
you’ve learned to deal with anxiety in other areas of your life. Do whatever it
is you do, but do it now.

There are days when nothing can move me, so I
move myself. I give my body because my soul cannot be found. I give my
body because I am a husband and a father and a pastor and a writer. Not doing
what I have to do is unthinkable; somehow I know where that would lead me.
You should heed the call of duty, but you
should also know that nothing kills your muse faster than clapping your feet
into cast-iron shoes and dragging them through the earth. If you are in that place in life, I don’t know what to tell
you. Maybe not write.

There are these days, and they are not
good writing days. So here is a final tip for you: Let these days go because
there will be other days. Life is made up of days, and they keep coming, one
after the other.

rlp