I chose the name ‘Reaching For The Ether’ as a title for my blog because that’s what it feels like when I try to write sometimes, like reaching for the wisps of creative nothingness that float around my head from time to time. I don’t want it to be like this. I want it to be easy, easier. I want it to be the flowing, magical ride that I think it is for all the other great writers, out there, the few, the published few.
But, from time to time, I sense that this is not how this is going to work for me. For me, the struggling is going to be enduring. Enduring the good times, enduring the bad times, the highs, the lows, the middling, the fount of creative richness. I have to endure if I am to be a writer, never mind a published writer.
Which begs the question: am I up to it?