Magic In My Writing Process? or simply - Organizing My Thoughts

I can't believe I did this. Yesterday (Thursday the 25th) I wrote the post you're about to read (or not :), and then instead of publishing it I chose the 'Save as Draft' option. Since I had to run out (a five (5!) hour drive awaited me) I didn't notice. Only now (after a five (5!) hour drive back) I did. So here is Thursday's post (remember that all date references are a day old):

Yesterday I took a break from the computer for a few hours. I needed a change of scenery so that I could organize my thoughts.
I've been working on my novel the past few months now, but I felt like it's lost its direction, or maybe I felt like I lost my direction.
You see, I had such a clear idea in my mind when I first started writing it, but somehow it became a jumbled mess of choppy and disjointed parts. I'm probably too harsh with myself, but regardless it was time for a regroup.

So I went to Ashbridge's Bay Park. It was a beautiful day, something like 28c (I have no clue what it means in Fahrenheit for the Americans out there, but 28 is nice). The sun was out and the lake was blue (polluted blue, but blue nonetheless). I went there with my black hard cover journal, the one I take out only in emergencies.

An hour walk, then an hour sitting at a picnic table writing things down and I felt better, hoping it would get me back on track again.

That was yesterday and then today I read Carter's Good Work Day post about his magical writing process using meditation and tarot cards and I thought to myself, is going to a place where I can feel at peace in order to organize my thoughts (i.e. get inspired) counts as magic?

Categories: writing, process