Take That, Writer’s Block!
Suddenly, I *had* to bake. No matter that I rarely used the oven during summer because of the heat in the house. I was adrift. I’d find new cookie recipes that couldn’t be tried. I’d stare at the browning bananas, knowing they couldn’t be transformed into banana bread. I wailed that I couldn’t bake a frozen pizza (and I don’t even eat frozen pizzas).
Here’s the obvious insight (drumroll please): I didn’t appreciate the oven until it was gone.
I’m going to make the comparison to my writing days – Mondays and Fridays. I’ve been wasting my writing days on chores, the gym, other projects, my day job, etc. I maintain that I’m *stuck* and can’t get past this block.
But if you were to take away my Monday and Friday writing days, I bet I’d suddenly miss them. I’d wail that I didn’t have enough time to write and I’d stomp around bemoaning how few hours there are in the day for my craft.
Because there is little danger of a lightning strike taking away my Monday and Friday writing days, I’m going to pull up my big-girl panties and get over this BS writer’s block. It’s a Friday and I’m going to write.
I miss the time spent face to face with members of my critique group in Colorado. While the internet is good for an exchange of pages, there is nothing like building on an idea in a “what if” rift. I go back each summer, but there is never enough contact to sustain me during the months I’m elsewhere. Guard your Mondays and Fridays!