I plop into my chair before my computer and pull up a blank page. Okay, I’m writing. Now. Time for creativity. My blog has followers, waiting for the next gem. Nothing. Just write, what? Anything, anything at all. I can’t think of a single thought, my mind is totally silent, unlike at 3 am when I would rather be asleep. What did I think of then? I am clueless. Apparently, nothing was keeping me awake.
So maybe if I just get my fingers moving, so I type the alphabet: abcdefghijklmnopqristuvwxyz abcdefghijklmnopqristuvwxyz Okay, now what? ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRISTUVWXYZ! Okay, my fingers are loosed up. I’m ready to go. Nothing, but silence.
I practice meditation and then the noise in my head jumps from one thing to another, going on and on, a free association of all that is going on, right and wrong, negative and positive, personal and world events. So I mediate for a while, and time passes, and still nothing. Nothing except, what ever made me think I could be a writer! Writers have stories, things to say. I’ve got nothing.
Writer’s block. The inability of a writer to think of anything to write. This state can go on for days, weeks, months, and years. No inspiration. No solution. Nothing but grocery or chore lists. We are out of mayo I write to Hubby. This is the level of creativity I’ve been reduced to. Give up? Though in the towel? (Great! I’m reduced to cliches.) Quit!
But wait. The daily prompt triggers a memory. “Plop, plop. Fizz, fizz. Oh what a relief it is.” Another thought, families have trouble just plopping into a chair to have a dinner together. Another thought, about Fizzy’s on a picnic with my family plopping into a glass of water. Another thought, about plopping into my chair and writing.
Okay, not the most exciting of posts, but not every day can be a winner. At least my readers can relate. Posting every day is an ambitious goal. One I have yet to maintain for long. But one more thing. A good picture could save this. Yes. I may get lucky yet.
Now to go read some really great posts by others.