Most days, I begin by putting on a pot of coffee, practicing transcendental mediation, then writing three long-hand pages on a legal pad. From there, I open up the internet and write a blog post. Then onto working on whatever short story or play needs my attention.
But some days, life gets in the way. I have an early doctor’s appointment, I have to leave for work early, I sleep late. My attention is diverted elsewhere, my ritual is interrupted, and my work suffers.
It’s as though the creative work is a boat you must board by a certain time. The voyage takes place, with or without you.
And some days, when life stands in the way, I miss the boat.