Play Misty For Me
I had my first ever experience with writer’s block this weekend. A terrible affliction, not unlike being constipated. It wasn’t that I couldn’t write anything, the words just got stuck.
Bearing in mind the crappy week we’ve had in the financial world, I desperately wanted to write something humorous, uplifting, something to warm the cockles of pickled bloggie hearts (and doesn’t that conjure up a lovely warm ‘n’ fuzzy image on this fine Sunday morning?) But no. The blank Word doc stared back at me. I had nothing. My brain was as dry as last week’s beef roast.
So what do you do if your inspiration has left the building?
Why, you do anything you can think of to get your creative juices flowing again. Whatever it takes: reading the Financial Times (actually that’s probably the most depressing thing I can thing of at the moment, so scrap that idea) coffee, baking cakes, cats (no, not baked…I like 'em fresh ‘n’ furry) or maybe even playing blues guitar (exceedingly badly) in the fog whilst the autumn leaves fall around you…weird therapy, but it works. I like fog.
Pretty garden, huh?
And yeah, I kept my clothes on for a change. Bummer, eh? Don’t worry, it won’t last. Probably.
Bearing in mind the crappy week we’ve had in the financial world, I desperately wanted to write something humorous, uplifting, something to warm the cockles of pickled bloggie hearts (and doesn’t that conjure up a lovely warm ‘n’ fuzzy image on this fine Sunday morning?) But no. The blank Word doc stared back at me. I had nothing. My brain was as dry as last week’s beef roast.
So what do you do if your inspiration has left the building?
Why, you do anything you can think of to get your creative juices flowing again. Whatever it takes: reading the Financial Times (actually that’s probably the most depressing thing I can thing of at the moment, so scrap that idea) coffee, baking cakes, cats (no, not baked…I like 'em fresh ‘n’ furry) or maybe even playing blues guitar (exceedingly badly) in the fog whilst the autumn leaves fall around you…weird therapy, but it works. I like fog.
Pretty garden, huh?
And yeah, I kept my clothes on for a change. Bummer, eh? Don’t worry, it won’t last. Probably.
posted by Lin at 9:24 AM
10 Comments:
I know that... I learn to not interfer. I tell me that my words are preparing for something I don't know. It's like if they were cooking something, slowly.
But, you're right, it's such a mess when the words disappear. Even for a short moment...
They'll come back ! Be sure.
Take care
Well..., almost a good as the writing post if less reveling. Nice yard though, god you must have a huge spread! Have a nice day.
M
Lovely picture. Words will come loose when they do. And sometimes a new stimulus helps.
Clothes...eewww!
How weird.
Hey, you look good with the kit on, too!
I like the light fog in the back ground, well done.
Writer Block - When ya can't don't. Let the cursor blink. Play some music - have a couple of glasses of the special wine - take Rich to bed and play - wake up to a new dawn. No more writers block.
As for the doom and gloom escape- I too used music this week-end. Went on Saturday to see Jimmy Dale Gilmore. For two hours no dread. Just head bobbing, toe tapping, hand clapping, feel good music from the guy from Lubbock Texas.
D.L. Wood
P.S. Ya look good with clothes too. :-)
Great garden, Lin! I love the shape of the evergreen to your right.
I didn't get my clover reseeded today. Things are disrupted for me right now, and I haven't been able to write a post either.
What a beautiful, peaceful place, Lin. If I may ask, what kind of music do you play?
Hi Will,
Great to hear from you - I've been wondering what you've been up to!
Regarding my apology for guitar playing, I try all sorts, but mostly classical (very badly though!)
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