I Can't Think Of A Feckin Thing To Write
Warning – I’m going to be fierce honest about my current writing impasse.
All week, my brain has been clogged with thoughts about what to write in this newsletter. I was going to write a highly moral post about how fun isn’t frivolous – it’s a real value.
I was planning to write a post analysing the language used by wait staff when they’re addressing a group of people (never say “Guys!”)
And I also considered putting together one of my little pieces of short fiction set in a café. But none of the ideas would stick. I’ll probably return to them at a later date, but not now.
On a larger level, I’m finding that any idea I try to explore turns to dust as soon as I hit the page. I envy those writers who have ideas lined up like planes on a runway.
But I also know that writers’ block is a myth. I feel that my Next Big Writing Thing is just out of reach and if I quit trying so hard, I’ll find it.
Photo Description: A fragment of red brick, which I flatter myself represents writers’ block.
And I do strongly believe that if you’re going to spend a lot of time doing something, it should be some version of fun. It certainly shouldn’t be torture. So, maybe I haven’t a big writing idea, but I’ll have fun trying to find it.
Back next week with a more ‘proper’ newsletter. Thanks for keeping the faith.