I said, yesterday, that the blog has to ‘come easy’.
I know. I wrote it, I posted it, my mind went blank, I realised it was weird…
I tried to change it.
I thought about deleting it.
But I know, now, what I have in mind when I say that—in the past, when I have written—fiction, essays—I struggle, and struggle—I work.
And then—it just finally falls into place—that is what I mean by ‘it has to come easy…’
But I know that, without the struggle, that process of editing and trying out, it couldn’t have come easy at all.