Too many words.

I’ve been trying to write a blog post for weeks. Every time I start, I hate what I’ve written and delete the whole thing. Nothing feels natural, my words don’t flow like they should. If you’re following me on Instagram www.instagram.com/wellswellsandwells/?hl=en you’ll know I’ve been working a little with text from newspapers.

I guess they’re poems.

Cutting out words and sentences that catch my eye. It’s low pressure creativity and helpful to not lose momentum. Anyway, back to the constipated writing process, I realised yesterday that I had been struggling to access my words because I’ve been too busy collecting other peoples. This isn’t exclusive to my plastic wallet of weird word combinations. It extends to the social media and mainstream media I’m exposing myself to, as though I couldn’t sort my own thoughts and feeling from the mostly pleasurable and informative daily barrage of voices. I’m gonna meditate every day (just for a short amount of time) in the hopes that my voice will stay the loudest.