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.
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.