There are times where a writer just cannot write. I don’t understand what it is but there can be a wall. I sat here for thirty minutes trying to write on a project I am particularly blocked on and eventually just fell asleep in my chair. Two days ago I was full of words and ideas. What changed? Nothing, really. Nothing that I can mentally capture at least. I believe there is a time and place for things and really good writers are the ones who have mastered the when and how of Butt in Chair. I have not reached that pinnacle but I am going to keep trying and keep searching for that raw passion that seems to power these writers through days like this.
I think a part of it is how much I allow myself to just appreciate silence. I’ve noticed this in my kids as well. We don’t read nearly as much as a family should and they are the typical kids–always connected to some game or device be it digital or otherwise. The last time we took a road trip and I asked them to leave devices behind the complaints were endless. The baby sat in the backseat and straight pouted the entire time.
Part of this is also the fear of the blank page. In other words it is the fear of not actually having anything worthwhile to say or add to the subject. I especially feel that pain/fear as of late and allow distraction to creep into the process far too often. Sadly, it is a slump but not a permanent one.
Some Thoughts:
- Nope. Nothing.