I find it hard to disengage for the sake of silence. And this is true even though I appreciate the silence once I am there.
The world of distraction is just so easy, so simple, so few clicks away. And, for me at least, embracing the Luddite life tends to leave me too much of a hermit for me to bare.
It feels like a failure of willpower but only in that false way that dieting can invoke. So, that can’t really be the answer.
It would seem that only through sheer repetition, and without deviation, can force of habit be retrained into a tool to help rather than hinder creativity.
Starting the day fresh and sitting down to write feels wonderful once it has happened but can cause immense anxiety in its anticipation.
Writing is creative without being performative, and it is possible that without that mask of presentation, the naked heft of the moment overwhelms.