Sometimes I think too much. I beat an idea to death because I am too stubborn to let the words flow they way they want to flow from my brain. When that happens, the passion I have for those words seems to die a slow death and is replaced by the perfunctory task of trying to string a simple sentence together.
A few nights ago I watched the movie “Chef” with Jon Favreau. Although his career path in the movie is obviously not a writer, his struggle to hold onto his passion becomes interrupted and his job becomes a menial task. He lets too many outside influences tarnish the joy he gets from, not just cooking food but, creating food.
I took a lot of wisdom from that movie, so much so that I watched it a second time. The underlying theme really struck the right chord in the orchestra of my creativity. I watched his character peel back the unwanted opinions that had been constricting his imagination and he went right back to the basics, to the thing he fell in love with, and he rekindled his passion for food.
I’m going to wipe my writing counter clean and start from scratch. I’m going to build the ingredients of my stories and get back to that place where my love for words began. I’m going to let that passion speak for itself and not pound it into submission. I am simply going to write.