Well, yesterday was a fascinating journey down a road of trees that were not bearing words for me to write. Today I find myself in that same forest, though I am a little more hopeful I will come across the fruit of any tree that will provide me with something, resembling intelligence, to write.
Yep. Still waiting.... *whistling impatiently*, as I feign horror over trying to figure out what to say. Yep. I've got nothing. I did such a tremendous job of writing at lunch, I think I left nothing for my blog. This is embarrassing. I am sure you are probably saying to yourself, "why are you even telling us? If you don't post until later, we will never know you struggled." Well, it's probably because one, I want you to feel my pain, as I mentally whack my brain with a word stick...and two, because I think it is important for people to see that even if you love writing, writer's block does exist.
So how do you get it around it? You just write. Even if you feel it is non-sense, or ridiculous, you just write...you keep the brain flowing.. I think perhaps this is why I was challenged...so I can keep my mind going. I might struggle in my blog, but the first draft of my new short story seems to be flowing out of me like coffee being poured into a cup.
When I am on a roll, I don't want to stop writing, but there are other things that take up a good chunk of my day, namely my day job (until I *wishful thinking*, can make a living at writing...), so I wait until I have free time at home to get it going again.
The blog struggle is worth the writing I do outside of this exercise. It's also freeing my soul. Okay, I felt an eye roll there, but truly, it is. I have had what I call 'George McFly' syndrome for years. I write and never let anyone read it, but I figure if you can make it through this, then maybe you can make it through one of my stories, which are much more organized than this and has a point.
When I am on a roll, I don't want to stop writing, but there are other things that take up a good chunk of my day, namely my day job (until I *wishful thinking*, can make a living at writing...), so I wait until I have free time at home to get it going again.
The blog struggle is worth the writing I do outside of this exercise. It's also freeing my soul. Okay, I felt an eye roll there, but truly, it is. I have had what I call 'George McFly' syndrome for years. I write and never let anyone read it, but I figure if you can make it through this, then maybe you can make it through one of my stories, which are much more organized than this and has a point.
All that said, maybe I did have something to say after all. Perhaps you got nothing out of this, but I think I just did. I think my confidence just gave me the thumbs up, as it peeked it's little head out of the writer's room door. Perhaps one day soon, that little head will be followed by a body and it will stand in the sunshine and bloom into a published author. I won't even use the phrase 'until then', because once I am done with the final proof of my last book, I think the term, 'no better time than now', would be more appropriate.
Until tomorrow, I leave you with these important words....
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