As ‘The Flight of the Conchords’ lyrics go:
“Conditions are perfect (…) it’s business time!”
Of course, Bret and Jemaine meant it in a very specific context (of marital intimacy), but that exact phrase simply auto-played in my head this morning.
After over a year of not having a proper workspace, I finally sat down at my desk, surrounded by everything I need – at last.
I was convinced that I’ll get into the ‘flow’ immediately and the work would just ‘pour out’. But it has not. It was a real struggle. The pen in my hand felt weird, unfamiliar, alien even.
I’ve just got… rusty. Luckily, there’s a great corrosion inhibitor, called the practice.
Tomorrow, I’ll just wipe the sweat off my forehead and get back in the saddle.