Yes, we get rusty. We take time away from our writing and we forget how. We pursue shiny new ideas that have nothing to do with our creative dreams. But eventually we come back. We always come back.
We come back and nothing is right. Ideas are clunky, word choices even more so.
The urge to stop and do something – anything – else is strong. After all, there are so very many other things that need to be done.
But the only cure for this is to keep going. To fill the waste paper bin if we must, but keep going. Even when every word has to be dragged from the depths. Even when those hard-won words will never see the light of day.
The only cure is to keep going.
I will if you will.