Writer’s Block.
I have writer’s block. I have no less than 8 working drafts sitting in my queue, ready to be edited and published, all on very valid topics from the federal government to stewardship, and here I sit, not a coherent thought in my mind.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been going through life at an unusually fast pace over the last few weeks (months?!?), even for me. We have new side projects going on at home, I’ve been swamped at work and church…the excuses are endless.
What it really comes down to though, is I’ve been avoiding my blog because I haven’t felt like delving too deeply into my emotions to let good writing come out. I mean, this grammatically and syntaxically (??) horrific post is evidence enough that I can’t find my way around coherence with two hands and a flashlight.
I read a quote by Flannery O’Connor the other day that said “Everywhere I go I’m asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.” That’s pretty much how I feel about my writing today. Another fitting quote is “Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.” That one was Friedrich von Schiller. Do I know who these people are? No. Do I care? Probably not. But they do make some good points. (Had you going, didn’t I? I love throwing out vague references to supposedly famous people and pretending to be intimately familiar with their works. Makes me feel important.)
I thought writing about my writer’s block would be enough to jerk me out of it. Clearly, that has not happened. The great thing about the internet is, having nothing to say does not prevent anyone from saying it badly and at the top of their lungs. Hooray for free speech.
In truth, the things I need to write about can’t come out in a public blog. I pride myself (ah! that’s a problem in itself…) in being transparent and honest, sometimes to a fault. But some things just aren’t meant to be broadcast all over iCreation. (eCreation?) And journaling in private is boring, but I guess it must be done if I want to find my way back to creativity. Ugh.