Reblogged
Took me years to understand that boredom is not the enemy of writing. It is the raw material. Every good idea i have ever had arrived during a walk with no podcast, a train with no phone, a shower where i just stood there. The moment i fill every silence with content i stop generating anything of my own. I am just processing other people's thoughts instead of having mine. The empty space is where the work comes from. Protecting the empty space is the actual job.
i hate being around people all the time. i need that solo time with only my own voices in my head, not people buzzing into my ear. i need to get into my words, not someone else's. there's not much time like this and i start to hate travelling with other people. i want silence.
