Look--Spring has arrived in Akron, Ohio! We don't have three feet of snow. It's all gone, and the daffodils are coming up, and students are wearing flipflops to class again, and AWP 09 is a distant memory (what a blast though) so it's smooth-sailing into the summer.
I'm fooling myself, but I am not doing a very good job of it.
How does this relate to writing? Well, I've been wondering if writing is like running, and that once you're knee-deep into a poem or story, and begging yourself to go wash a coffee cup and leave the poem--you should just try to write your way through the wall.
I'm not very good at writing my way through the wall lately. I have been distracted. I've written a lot, but for each new poem in my Spring 09 word doc I have two or three false starts. At least I've been hanging on to them, but sometimes I wonder if it would be better to power through the pain. It's what we do with winter, right? Just look at the ground and keep walking.
Do you, can you, and should you force yourself to keep writing something when you're losing steam? Or is it best to go dust that dresser that urgently needs attention?