A writer friend and I had a conversation about writer’s block the other day. Despite everything we do and no matter how much we pretend it doesn’t exist and/or it never affects us, I think every writer has been faced with this “demon” on at least one occasion in their career. I hit that wall far more than I’d like. Sometimes, it depends on my mental health. Sometimes, it depends on the story. And sometimes, I just wanna be a two-year-old whose blankie is in the washer. But I chose this career and deep down, I can’t imagine NOT writing so there ya go. My friend takes long walks and tries not to think about writing. I tend to beat myself up mentally, which, yeah, is self-defeating. Singing in the choir here. When the Universe popped in with this message, I sat back, read it again, and went, “Huh.” Because…yeah…
If you just whistle every now and then, Silver; skip every thousandth step or so; skim the odd stone across the odd pond; go dancing on the occasional blue moon, if only alone in the dark; dress up sometimes, even with nowhere to go…
For simply stirring up some little bit of hope, no matter how silly or disconnected your actions seem to be with the rest of the world, magic flashes in the unseen, friends are summoned, connections are timed, stars are aligned, opportunities are crystallized, and serendipities are calculated, creating possibilities for new realities that cannot now even be imagined from where you presently stand.
P.S. And you thought “buy low, sell high” was sage advice, Silver?
What great ways to get beyond writer’s block or any roadblock in your life. I mean, it sounds so simple and deep down, I know that it really is that simple. I’m vowing to myself that when the going gets tough and I want to just stop and play mindless computer “pop” games, I’m going to resist the urge. Mindless doesn’t help. Whistling, skipping, dancing, dressing up is the way to find the magic. And guess what? It’s worked with the current WIP. What started as a story I though would maybe be 45K words? It’s over 51K now and headed toward 60. There are still adventures to be had, declarations to be made, climaxes, resolutions, and hints at what’s to come. Dang, I love my job sometimes. What about y’all? Will you take the Universe’s advice?
I like to let the words/poem come to me. If I force them or sit at a blank screen, my mind will produce nothing or very little.
You have figured out your process and that’s a good thing! Some creative people can stare at a blank screen, paper, or canvas and then just start creating–be it words typed, lines drawn, or splashes of color. Others need to just sit and stare until the words or images form in their minds and then they go to work. It’s different for us all. I’m glad you find what works for you. Cheers to many words and poems to come for you!