I had a wobble today.
The ‘Writers Block’ wobble.
You know the one:
I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cantI can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cantI can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant I can’t
and so on and so forth.
That moment when you think:
I have nothing to write about, nothing to say, no way of saying it. I am empty, dry. I will never write another word again.
Oh, the horror, the horror…
But that’s not true.
The real truth is that I am avoiding writing what I know I should be writing. (oh yes, oops, prizes for all those who picked out the Bingo! word there – SHOULD. Because we don’t do SHOULDS here at Evenlode’s Friend, do we?)
I have a great list of ideas of things to tell you about. But right now, the juice is not flowing. I don’t want to do them. I feel like the idea of my writing about writing or creativity is preposterous. I mean, what the hell do I know?
It is a very short step from here to writers block, the neurosis that prevents otherwise creative people from writing for months, years, sometimes forever. It is a scary thought. I don’t want to go there.
Maybe I am just not ready yet. Maybe I am still getting over my family care stint. It was, after all, pretty emotionally demanding in so many ways. And physically too. Frankly, I don’t feel well, either.
So, instead of beating myself up about all the things I SHOULD be writing, I decided to write what I COULD write. I always have a little story going on my head, something to pass the time, a little tale to entertain me, a bit of dialogue, a few jokes, anything from a silly children’s fable to a torrid love scene. Something was definitely developing while I was ironing pillowcases after lunch, so I decided I would write it down and see what happened.
Pen to paper.
Two hours later, and here I am with a 2000 word fanfic done and able to write the blog post I never thought I would be able to get to you today.
The Moral of the Story:
It doesn’t matter what it is, or if its good, or whether anybody will ever see it. It doesn’t matter what it is about, whether it is part of your novel, or a section of your non-fiction book, a bit of memoir or just a few lines of description.
Just write something.
And once you get a few words lined up on the page, you will find you can get a few more lined up. And then a few more. And then, O Wonder of Wonders! You will be writing again.
Please do not allow yourself to tip over the edge into CAN’T. Take a deep breath, get out your pen and write a shopping list. Or a list of the things you can hear right now. Or what that smell reminds you of.
Because you CAN.