Words, I mean.
Sometimes they ebb and flow.
It’s one of those days when my brain feels empty, and I don’t know what to say. Does that happen to you too? Because it hardly, if ever, happens to me. Writing is something that flows. A part of me which I’ve always been able to reply upon. It’s not something I need to overthink. It never lets me down, but today, tonight, at this precise moment, absolutely nothing is happening.
MY MIND FEELS NUMB.
And that isn’t normal.
I could chalk it down to insomnia the night before, and tossing, turning until around 3am. Sleep deprivation isn’t fun and can be a
buzz creativity killer. I doubt it’s that though. Insomnia has plagued me since my early teens and I’ve always been able to function in spite of it. You know what’s funny though? The more I keep talking about why I have nothing to write, the more I’m actually finding something to write about.
Isn’t it ironic?
Don’t you think?
I’ve been reflecting on other times when writer’s block slapped me in the face. Like right schmack in my face, and what I did to extricate myself out of that wordless pit. Maybe they could be of some use should you find yourself in a similar predicament?
(a) I write random things on a new page. Random writing for 5 continuous minutes, stopping for nothing, not spelling nor grammar check. Just typing the first things that came to mind. It really helps. Unplugged. Unedited. Raw. Oftentimes, multiple new posts come to life as a result thereof, and that’s always a plus point.
(b) I wash my hair. Isn’t that odd? Washing my hair has a calming, therapeutic effect on me. I wash it when I’m stressed. When I feel as though the walls are closing in on me. When I feel frustrated. When the words refuse to flow. When inspiration appears to have taken a sabbatical. And, yes, when it’s dirty. It helps.
(c) I read. Mostly real life crimes and murder mysteries. I believe that by engaging my mind in alternative trains of thoughts, it helps breed a deeper well of ideas and thoughts from which I can reference when I revert back to writing about the more pleasant things in life such as fashion, life and style.
What do I do when all these tricks fail?
I WALK AWAY.
There really isn’t much else I can do. I switch off mentally and leave it alone. Forcing the issue when it comes to writing is an exceedingly counter-productive step because most times, what you’ve written under duress is horrid. Absolute rubbish. And you’re left with no recourse save to rewrite from scratch so why go through all that trauma? Just walk away and come back to it later. Much later.
Tell me, what do you do when writing becomes painful? Do you keep at it until something halfway decent makes an appearance or do you put everything aside for the time being?
Be honest now.
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