Tuesday, September 13, 2011

the reality of writing

I'm sitting in a coffeeshop right now and have been staring at this blank Blogger box for the duration of at least two Beatles songs. (I can't help but sing the harmonies. ) Usually I take the week to think about the upcoming blog post. Sometimes I'll take a book about writing, open it to the table of contents, or just any ol' page, and choose an aspect of the writing process.

But right here, right now, I got nuthin'. Just George Harrison singing "Taxman".

And yet, I don't want to write another post about writer's block, especially mine.

But this is the reality of writing sometimes. Sometimes you sit there and stare at the screen, waiting for inspiration. You think, hope, pray that if you sit still enough, quietly enough, patiently enough, it'll show up.

But sometimes it doesn't. And the next Beatles song plays ("Ahhh, look at all the lonely people..."), and you wonder how the hell this could be happening -- you were on fire yesterday, your hands couldn't keep with your brain.

This is the reality of writing sometimes.

So I decide, I'll just sit here. And I'll finish my vanilla chai and enjoy these Beatles songs, and smile at the thought that they probably had their days in the studio when it just wasn't happening for them, either. I'll type the next word, and the next, and let it be what it is. I'll write another blog post next week, and the week after that.

I'll just keep writing.


Elspeth Antonelli said...

Why look. Elisa just wrote about not being able to write. I seem to remember a certain screenwriter saying he does that too.

Of course, I've never done this.


Elisa said...

Sigh... I SO miss that old board. (And that is *not* a euphemism for Aaron.)

Heck, I'll just say it: I miss Aaron.

Elspeth Antonelli said...

Sigh...me too.

Stare at your script. It helps. Or, it makes you feel completely and totally inadequate.

Elisa said...

A little of both, actually.

Jon R., editor of the Oracle said...

When I started my radio career back in the early sixties a fellow DJ, older and wiser, told me one day, "Jon, if you ain't got nothin' to say, don't say nothin'. Apparently, I talked too much for him.

By the way, for Panymaw (Panama City, Florida), that there quote was some proper English.

Anyway, I apply that same philosophy to my blogging today. Some days it is best just to sit out by the pool, drink some beer, and drain the brain.

Anonymous said...

I love you all, but I do miss the old board, too!

And I don't even write.