Writer’s Block

I guess we have our ups and downs in life. Our flurries of inspiration, our moments of artistic emptiness, our seasons of intense emotion, our lulls of quiet solitude. It’s like a tide chart or a moon cycle. Or maybe like a seasonal spiral that keeps coming back around to the same place, but with the added height of lessons learned, songs sung, people met.

I haven’t been writing AT ALL for the last few weeks (as you may have noticed from my lack of blog entries) and it’s really starting to get to me now. It’s not that I don’t have thoughts, inspirations, or insights about life and motherhood; it’s just that I don’t have any words to adequately express myself.

Maybe I need to establish a regular writing session every week – probably should have done that already. Maybe I need to learn to write even if there are other people in the room and things going on around me. Maybe I need to be okay with the silence and just wait until the words are there… they always come back eventually. Or maybe I just need to sit down, and write…

It’s cold outside, no sun, an early winter chill in the air. My shoulders and back are stiff from yesterday’s Bikram Yoga class… my first in a loooong time; feels good to get my body moving again. Guitar stands quietly in the corner collecting dust, I’m not proud of that one. Football Sunday – hubby lounging on the couch, baby sleeping in her crib with the space heater on, a second cup of coffee for me and slippers on my feet. Dinora and Jason are getting married today! A two hour drive to the wedding means we’ll miss the Broncos game… 

When that art cycle comes back around to emptiness the only way to climb out is to sit your butt down, take a breath, put pen to paper, and start from the beginning. Write about the weather. Write about what’s on TV. Write about a warm cup of coffee, and the news of the day, and your feet up on the ottoman. Write about having writer’s block…