Where, then, to turn when the inspiration behind a weblog (book, series of articles) is subtracted from the creative process?
For this is indeed what has happened, and words are typed slowly and mechanically, where once they flew across the screen, each a vehicle which carried the memories of a brief and distant interlude, arrowing out to her across the divisions of space and time.
I need only mention the briefest of details of how the subtraction came about: that it happened needs not to be pondered upon too much. How to create in the absence of a creator is of more immediate relevance.
The person who inspired this tiny little shred of the internet is no longer in contact with me. We - I - decided that this should be the case, because the anguish she felt every time I communicated with her was worse than the communication was beneficial. There is no reason, however, why I shouldn't continue to blog, and here's as good as anywhere else.
Now that the catalyst has disappeared, writing immediately becomes more difficult. It is evidence, as if any were needed, that there needs to be an extrinsic purpose to the idea of writing, an engine and a life-force.
Writing for its own sake is mere strings of words, some of them more emotive than others, and some of them clustering around interesting and original thoughts. The beauty, intelligence and coherence which should be apparent as a thesis is gone, and empty words waft around the mind of the reader, devoid of any logic.
So your author needs a coalescing, pushing force, else his writing will in the future lack even more style, substance and passion that before. Unification required!
