I started this blog almost a year ago to fill in something in my life that was missing- that creative outlet, the mentally challenging piece. Don’t get me wrong, my job was great, something I had trained for, but it had become a little routine. Writing gave me that academic, expressive forum. The ideas came fast and furious; posts got written while I was working, scribbled on the back of someone’s blood test results (sorry!) They came while I was running, I would race home to get them down on paper. I would wake up, and there would be 5 new ideas in my head, just waiting to be transferred to writing.
Then I got a temporary promotion. A new job that I love, but one that takes every ounce of attention that I have all day long. Sometimes all night long. Basically my job is the job equivalent of a newborn; unreasonable, unpredictable and always needing something else from me, but I love it anyway. Now at work I struggle for time to eat, and when I come home I struggle for the energy to hold up my end of a conversation with J, never mind finding time and energy to write for fun. I wake up remembering all the things I need to put into a report instead of fun ideas about a book-related recipe to try. I set aside time to write, but I end up just staring at a blank word document, watching that damn cursor blink…mocking me and everything I stand for.
So I waited. And waited and waited and waited. I read other blogs, books and magazines. I made lists of things that I could write about. I started posts, and discarded them. So then I did what any reasonable person would do when faced with a seemingly solution-less problem: I Googled it.
So, after extensive google-research it looks to me like you’ve got the basic, go-to tips:
- Take a break (like a 3 month break? Done.)
- Free Association writing (Tried it. Ended up with this weeks grocery list and a picture of the cat playing the bongos).
- Read the writing of others (Obviously done. Enjoyable but surprisingly unhelpful)
Then you have your not-so typical “wacky cures for writers’ block”:
- Ingest ungodly amounts of caffeine (What do people hopped up on caffeine do? They watch Netflix, they read everything on the huffington post. They do not write.)
- Make yourself dizzy (Not happening- I had to opt out of one of the dances at Zumba because there were too many turns and I didn’t want to throw up on my sister…again).
- Try using more swears to feel more freely expressive. (This might actually work. If I swear at work enough maybe I’ll get fired and then I’ll have lots of time to write!)
Having failed at all of these cures, I figured at the end of the day, writers’ block is just about where you are in your life. I don’t write to put food on the table, I write for fun. Writers’ block isn’t some disease state that one falls victim to. The ideas, inspiration and motivation will come back to you when you’re ready. So I figured I would just relax, take a few minutes every morning before my day got crazy and check in with the muses, see if anything occurs to me.
Then I noticed that Googling “Cures for writers’ block” brings up 56,200 articles. So 56,200 other writers have written about writers block. What if the cure for writer’s block…is to write about writers block?
It still might still be swearing like a goddamn sailor. Hard to say. Either way, I’m back in the fucking game!