I am going through a MAJOR dry spell. My brain just does not want to write. Does this happen to other writers? I would imagine it does, but I know for a fact that many writers and especially non-writers are quite impatient of such nonsense.
On the one hand, they have a point. What am I doing right now but writing? (Technically I am typing, but let’s not be didactic, shall we?) It’s been said before, even by me: sometimes you just have to sit down and WRITE, even when you don’t damn well feel like it.
Unfortunately, that does not mean one can progress on the project at hand (I say “one” instead of “you,” because I’m sure some of you are huffing, “I ALWAYS can!”) (fat liars). What I forget is that I can always write SOMETHING. Then I do things like read, watch television, work on cryptogram or anacrostic puzzles (my two favorites), anything but clean the house. Or write.
Sometimes I remember that I can always write something, and I do. Often a letter to a loved one. Often a very foolish blog post (YES, like this one). Today, you may have guessed, was not one of those days. It was, if you are interested, a cryptogram puzzle day. I did not write a foolish blog post till, um, yes, right now.
Would this have been a better post if I had managed to squeeze some words out of my brain and onto the page earlier? Quite possibly. Perhaps I can try that tomorrow, and we can compare/contrast.
In the meantime, I would point out that today is Groundhog Day. In the movie of that name (which I never saw, sue me), Bill Murray lives the same day over and over again. I can’t help feeling that this is kind of familiar: I’m living the same blog post over and over: “I can’t write, I didn’t write, this is a foolish blog post…”
And you, dear reader, are living it with me. Once again, thank you for playing.