Judith Peck, Ed.D.
How to get started creatively in the morning, to start in on the stuff no one else cares about? You feel despicable and cannot stand yourself. Needless to say you have other things that must be done. You have chores, you have some kind of business, you have the array of survivor tasks that bond you to the world at large, and you have loved ones who collectively gnaw at the most vulnerable parts of your frailties. Compounding this are emails endlessly streaming in like wild dreams whose source you cannot control. Longing for a pre-online world is no solution nor is the 75 or 80 times you look out the window as if something out there can ignite a fire or you fling open the refrigerator to find solace. What is the solution? God knows. And that is simply an expression, not an answer. Help is not on the way. Nor is finding the source of your shame, guilt, your crushing despicability. Perhaps as a start: shut off the computer, the iPhone, the door to the kitchen and sit down to make believe you and your yellow pad are once again in the Elysian Fields together. Then write something until the pain goes away. Seeing in the Dark, Arielle’s Story
