Today, as I was getting ready to work on my novel, I could not get myself started. I sat at the desk, opened the file, and soon got distracted with something else. I knew I had to go back to it, but something was not quite right. I felt the urge to go outside and write, pen in hand. I looked outside and the chair was still a bit wet from last night rain, but I went outside anyway. I sat to write. Soon, words started to pour, almost nonstop. In no time, I had a chapter done, as soon as the words stopped pouring in.
I understood that I was ready to write, just not at my desk. Sometimes, just moving to another spot will do the trick to get you started on that page or that chapter. Next time, if you want to get started but somehow don’t seem to connect with your muse, go somewhere else and try it.