Most writers would label this the creeping monster of doubt known as the aforementioned and dreaded Writer's Block. I don't identify it as that, but I will admit to being quite aware of a different pace of sorts causing a hitch in my normal writing rhythm. I also admit that as time stretched on with no familiar burning need to write thoughts out in blog article format, I did begin to question what was taking place. Being the researching, analyzing personality that I am, I studied this experience from all angles. Poked at it. Nudged it sideways. Shifted it a fraction of an inch that way, then back again. Walked away from it for days only to return and regard it through occasionally narrowed, contemplative eyes.
Perhaps we have all inaccurately tossed the cold, sterile phrase of Writer's Block around as a throwaway concept. Perhaps it isn't a block at all. I have written in a past blog about the concept of useful limbo, as I experienced that very thing in the recent past. I believe there are definitely moments in our lives where God/Universe intentionally isolates us in order to forcefully focus our minds in a direction we would otherwise never have time to notice and open up to. This, I boldly suggest, is that ephemeral moment, that opening up to allow magic to flow and embrace the writer's mind.
I have been experiencing what I would now identify as a mini-useful-limbo stage. It definitely has not been a block of any kind in regard to writing, as my mind and imagination have been as fertile and active as they always are. Indeed, there are stacks and lists and jotted notes in abundance waiting to be completed and given voice in blog format. They just aren't ready yet. My mind, my Spirit has been attending to another task. And in the process, I have stumbled across the novel concept - to me, at least - that there truly is no such thing as 'writer's block' in the concrete sense of the description. How liberating for writers the world over to revise their definition of this moment when their pens refuse to write, when the thoughts refuse to flow, when inspiration is elusive....it is not a block, it is a sabbatical!
By definition, as is my wont and love of words:
Webster's Dictionary describes the word 'sabbatical' as 1) an adjective, meaning of or relating to a sabbatical year; or as 2) a noun, meaning a leave or break or change from a normal routine or employment; or again as 3) a noun, meaning a year of rest for the land observed every seventh year in ancient Judea. (http://www.merriam-webster.com/)
As I'm writing this, part of my mind is noticing that this post bears quite strong resemblance to a couple of past posts. My writer's preference is to never repeat myself - it's just a personal peeve, but this time I'm going to go ahead and give this one voice. I am posting it because I recognize that sometimes repetition occurs in our lives for the very simple purpose of imprinting a lesson. Commonly held belief is that doing something 21 times creates a pattern of habit in our brains. I cannot argue with the thought that a bit of repetition on a common theme in blog posts might help not only me, but maybe click for other people who read this post and compare it to past blog posts that have been steps in this mental reflection of mine. So, I will write this one and post it and see where it resonates, and what results occur.