You can’t write. The words are gone. Your muse is AWOL.
I posted about struggling to find the words for a special occasion but this is an ordinary day. In the wicked world of a writer. The weather shifts and… A sudden freeze. Or a prolonged drought. These things can go either way.
However you got here, you’re here.
You’re about to crawl into the corner and cry or have a panic attack. (Again, these things can go either way.)
We all know enough to get up, stretch, breathe, move… But when we sit down again, we must write.
Something silly.
Like haiku.* It’s a fun break. Also, I really think the counting of syllables helps me. Kind of like rubbing a worry stone.
I can’t write a word
Am I sad or pissed? Don’t know!
I’ll write a haiku
Or whatever. You get the idea.
Six words stories are fun, too:
Aliens dissect humans. Discover no heart.
Dieting = refusing pizza, eating chocolate cake
I can’t write a bloody word!
I’m stuck. In the muck. Oh…
But free-writing is the absolute best. You can free-write your way out of just about anything. Like a literary MacGyver. Be Free… Write.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
Free-writing is a powerful force. No thinking, no stopping, no correcting, just writing. May the Force be with you.
Have you ever tried haiku? Six word stories? Free-writing? What works to get you unstuck? Who caught that “Six words stories are fun, too” was 6 words? Smarty pants.
* No haikus were hurt in the writing of this post. Also, I don’t find haiku humorous (in general) and I’m not downplaying the beauty of a well-written haiku or the poets who write them.
Lemon Shark 