Falling down the creative rabbit hole

On the third day I broke out of my pattern, having the theme first, then writing. This model is starting to be useless today. Since I hate the established model, why should I limit myself with the same process every day. It seems that only through those processes can I feel that I am creating, is that true?

Since the results are all fixed, the inspiration comes through me, and the two hands tap on the keyboard to type out one sentence after another, so what is the difference between writing with a title first, and writing it without a title.

Perhaps the reason for the dystocia is very simple. I believe that I have to have a fixed workflow like everyone else, at least that way, just like some novelists always have to create an outline and complete textual research before they can start writing. Having read novels all my life, I believe blindly. Like production, inspiration always needs to pass through a certain birth canal to the world. Although people are different, the process is always similar.

Inspiration is more like a shadow, without even a concrete image before appearing. If you want to manage it through tags or some kind of process in your notes, you will immediately disappear like smoke, leaving me sighing in place, and I really have no talent for writing. I used to believe so.

Maybe, I just fell into the trap of the knowledge production circle, and mistakenly thought that the finished product and the established process of each person are inseparable twins. There can’t be only Cain but no Abel?

It is also paradoxical, in those days when I fanatically believed in productivity techniques, almost any work was produced, and my data and note management ability may be increasing day by day, but the space left for the work is always written with zero.

Last year, I took a transoceanic knowledge management course and built my own note management system from scratch. I blindly pursued the rabbit running with the clock in front of me again. I can never catch up with it. My reasons are valid, and for valid reasons, and I rightly allow myself to maintain a life of zero output.

Alice will wake up from her dream one day.

Just like I woke up early in the morning and worried about today's theme, I spent most of the day writing and finally abandoned the manuscript for some reason. Finally, at the last minute, I came to understand a simple truth. Creation is the result of the final product. As for how the process came about, one day there will be more people who want to know the answer to this question.

When she wakes up, Alice will finally have an epiphany: No matter how fast the rabbit can run, it can't be faster than she can stretch out to the tree and pick up a pen.