Is it okay for a writer not to have a thing to say? It has to be. We of the writing variety are like rechargeable story batteries. We build up all of these experiences–be they real or imagined–and we release them into the world in some form. Meanwhile our story charge depletes and we are left with little to nothing to say. Often, we are so hyper focused on one story in particular that nothing else can get shared. I may be that way. I don’t have terribly much to say, because this novel is absorbing all of my thoughts and emotions. I am excited about it and the work is going pretty good right now. That being said, it leaves me in a quandary because for ten minutes a day I find that I have little to say to the world at large.
Sorry, world at large.
On the occasions I do have a word or two to share lately it is generally personal or political. That was never the true intention of the space, though I’ve given room to that for years. What I do think helps is a formalization. If I know that Wednesday is the Waiver Wire, I save up ideas for that. Freewrite Friday is a brain dump of any creative juices built up over the week. The other days lack form and thus gravitas, so perhaps I should start to shape meaning into one or more of those other days…
Today was clearly a reflection. Those can go a long way towards understanding what to do next.