This morning I woke up, felt the nice cool air outside, saw the radiant sunshine and thought…I really want to go back to bed. I resisted the urge however, and after getting my daughter off to school I sat down at the table, pen and paper in hand and computer nearby. I breathed in a grateful breath, told myself that since I’d gotten the majority of my house cleaning done yesterday that I could write. Just write. Write glorious, blissful, profound sentences to my heart’s content. I looked over the project I’m currently working on and felt satisfied with my progress so far. I took pen in hand, poised over the paper…and…and…nothing. What?? Where are all those beautiful, lyrical, meaningful sentences? I shook my head, made some tea. Once again I sat down, sure that the steaming cup of green tea was the key to my imagination. Nothing. I doodled. I now have a paper with cute little curvy arrows all over it. I gazed out the window. Surely the sunshine and the soft swaying of the trees held some inspiration for me? um….still nothing.
Okay, I told myself. Forget the project for now. What about a nice blog topic? I shuffled through a few pages of things I’d written earlier, and no, none of those would do for today. No ideas coming from any of them. Nothing but a huge blank space growing steadily inside my skull. I thought about victories, I thought about struggles, I thought about funny stories. I thought about all sorts of things, but nothing to write about. So, here I sit. Still. Three hours after initially sitting here. And I still have nothing. No life changing literary work. No wonderful blog topic with which to wow my readers. No profound wisdom to share, no funny anecdotes to lighten the day. No great advice that would cause anyone to hold me in high esteem. Just me, my blank papers and a computer screen that mocks me. Oh, and a cup of cold green tea.
Wait, to say I have nothing is not entirely true. I did write something. I grasped a sheet of paper and wrote: “He had thought that Mildred and he could possibly have a future, but now Mildred was floating face down in her hot tub. He sighed as he looked at her. Some things just weren’t meant to be.” Nope, it’s not related in any way to my current project. And no, I have NO idea where that snippet would possibly be headed. Oh well, I have something I can file at least.
All right. I’m going back to my blank paper now. On second thought, maybe I better search for blog topics on pushing through “writer’s block”. Yeah, that might be more productive.