When I’m not writing I can be found reading, thinking, learning, or travelling. My life is filled with spontaneous travel and spontaneous events. It wasn’t always like that and, I must admit, I found it easier to write when the discipline of a set schedule compelled me to keep working.
When I began travelling more, my scheduled life unraveled and I found both benefits and drawbacks.
A set schedule gave me the structure I needed to fit things in, and a random life led to the development of the ‘later virus’.
The biggest benefit of living without a set schedule is that my internal supply is refilled by new experiences and spontaneous trips to unexpected destinations.
In order to write you need something inside to write about. What do you draw on that informs your writing?
I’ve developed a flow in my life that might not look like yours.
I travel for around three months every year. I book in for some sort of training, conference every year. I attend a writing group. I belong to a collective.
I pray. Meditate. Go to church. Listen to inspiring messages. Worship.
I read widely. I view widely. I listen widely.
Stuff swirls around in my head and, somehow, it is translated into writing. So when I’m not writing, I’m building my internal supply.
Despite this, my internal supply has been sucked dry. It’s been a big year and a couple of weeks ago I crashed—big time. Somehow my internal supply was dry. The travel, the reading, the inspiration factory of life, wasn’t filling the tank like I thought it should.
So, I retreated. I got quiet. I nestled into God and took some time to reconnect with Him.
I’ve been reminded that if my internal supply isn’t filled with God, then all the other things I try and fill it with are in vain.
This weekend I’m at the Omega Writers Conference in Sydney, as will a lot of you. As we fill up our internal supply with inspiration from speakers, worship, prayer, being still and having time away from regular responsibilities, I pray you too will have your internal supply restored, or at least topped-up.
He who kneels the most, stands the best. D.L. Moody