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still a writer?

i've struggled to write for at least the past 2 years, probably longer.  for a while i was sure that i was a writer and that it was in my blood.  however, since i've been in full-time ministry it's become the most difficult thing i do. 

even the daily devos that i write and email to the congregation has moved from each email being written by myself to me "assembling them" with favorite quotes and the like.  i actually think that is a postive, as the emails offer a broader scope of theology and Christianity.

but i wonder what is going on?  what do i need to do to find that spark that ignites my creativity?  i wish i could say my creativity has simply found other outlets but that's not the case either.  i don't feel depressed.  is this simply a lack of discipline?

how about you?  thoughts?  suggestions?

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I think you are busy....and I think we go through phases of interior life focus - which may be more conducive to writing, and exterior life focues - which may be less conducive to writing (or at least that seems to be the case for me) the more I am doing the less time I have to process, reflect, and write. I need a good chunk of quiet space in order to write....maybe you do too?
Facu said…
Get inspired! Watch your favorite film, eat some chocolate, listen to your favorite band, get a pen, a notebook, sit back and... write!
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Sally said…
sounds like busyness to me to.

BTW, i THINK YOU'VE BEEN SPAMMED!

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