When I began blogging last summer, I wanted to use this forum as a means to enhance my writing. I reasoned I would be focused on creating blog posts, and in the process, this would also keep me motivated to start building a body of written work that I could then try to get published.
When my blogging waned, I still carted my trusty notebook out to the picnic tables on the campus of the nursing college which is just a block away from my work. It was the perfect way to give myself a lunch break while accomplishing my writing goals.
Since I began blogging again this spring, my lunch time writing sessions start to focus more on crafting blog posts. And them my brain just started to bail on me.
After eating my lunch and perusing the news for a few minutes, I normally would pull out my black ball point pen and get to work. But then those days when work began to get more stressful, I’d start to unwind by working on a crossword puzzle for 20 minutes and then spend the last part of my lunch hour working. And then the one day that I knew in my heart would be the last time I’d feel the cool, clean spring air encircling me, I couldn’t even write. All I could do is take it in.
Of course, now the weather is heating up and I find it more difficult to focus on writing. Instead I become more distracted by the noticeable passing of the seasons. For all practical purposes, it is summer now, and there is a stale brightness hanging in the atmosphere. Breezes start out cool for about two seconds, and then the air turns warm, like when you are baking something and open up the oven only to get a blast of heat in your face. About 50 feet away from the concrete picnic table I claim as my desk at lunchtime, I can both feel and smell the exhaust blasting out of cars whizzing by on the street. Which is, as you can imagine, quite distracting.
This also leads me to believe I may be experience a bout of… *gasp* …writer’s block.
I just can’t bring myself to add on to any one piece of work I have going on. I seem to be lacking focus on writing. One of the problems is that my notebook of writing is becoming full. And I can’t say that I’ve finishing any one story in particular. As I started to pull out loose pages and printouts that were also stuffed in my notebook, I began to get overwhelmed at the volume of what I then deemed half-baked nonsense spilling out onto page after page after page of my lined college ruled notebook.
I’ve got to have at least one decent piece in this jumble of words.
Is it writer’s block or just a lack of focus?
Is it writer’s block or just an after effect of my body still trying to recover from the physical ailments leftover from 12 straight months of dealing with one stressful situation after another that I still can’t bring myself to write about?
Is it writer’s block or am I over-thinking my writing?
What to do?
I keep telling myself I need to take inventory of what I’ve already written, and really evaluate where I want the story or stories to go. Do any of them tell a similar story or can I weave certain scenes together? Do I need to focus on editing right now?
Do I need to change the location of my writing sessions?
Does my brain just need a little more rest?
I also haven’t read a book for fun since last September. Perhaps it’s time to do some reading in order to get some writing done.
I’ll figure it out eventually.
Any suggestions? What do you do when you’re in a creative rut?