That's the age old nemesis, isn't it? Writer's block, artist's block, musician's block....it isn't career specific to just writers. We all hit moments where inspiration just refuses to flow. It has been 29 days since I last posted here at Healing Morning and this is outside the norm for me. While I am not of the blogging daily approach, I do tend to write at least once or twice a week. I won't go into the reasons for my recent dry spell, but I will share that the answer I almost always offer to the question above is, "Just write. Don't focus on whether it's good or bad...just sit down and start writing. The very act of being in writing 'motion' will often wake up your writing Muse."
Another favorite tool of mine is to Grasshopper. If you follow me here at Healing Morning blog, then you're familiar with this concept. Grasshopper Thoughts is a process of just allowing your mind to flit....or hop (like a grasshopper) in myriad directions with no logical focus. I find it to be therapeutic to do this. It can be as entertaining to write this way as it can be for people to read it, and it allows a glimpse into that writer's soul in a curious manner. Little tidbits, little gems, little windows into who they are.
So, in the time honored tradition, I now commence Grasshoppering to encourage my own Muse to release her death grip on my normally prolific writing.
- I'm a fan of the good, old fashioned Emery board to file my nails. Yes, I know that all manner of new inventions exist for this, including metal nail files that are touted to be better for your nails. They don't work for me. Metal nail files take forever for me because I'm fortunate to have nice, healthy, strong nails. Nope, give me a traditional coarse grit Emery board and I'm happy. Besides, those metal nail files make my teeth hurt with the sound they make on my nails.
- Some genius person took the Cool Whip concept and morphed it into chocolate Cool Whip - bless their hearts! I'm not a big sweets eater and can go long stretches without eating ice cream, sometimes longer than a year. It's just not a temptation to me. Once in a blue moon, however, chocolate Cool Whip, still frozen is ideal.
- I opened an old book the other day, and from its pages fell a perfectly pressed sprig of Lily of the Valley. I lifted it to my nose and it still carries that beautiful fragrance. I think I pressed that flower there when I was wee, and it remains to this day my favorite old fashioned flower. It was a delicate, floral time capsule moment to my adult self from my very young self and I was assailed with lovely memories.
- The last time I bought Crayons, they smelled different and I was devastated. How could Crayola do this?! Whose idea was it to tweak the formula? No doubt it was done to save money, as that drives any corporation's bottom line, but it made me sad. The aroma of Crayons is iconic, or it used to be. It's still close to the original smell, but different. These are the moments when I stubbornly dig my heels in against change.
- I was driving my Mom somewhere recently, just out running errands, and I said something to make her laugh unexpectedly. We glanced at one another and smiled, that silent "I love you for who you are and how I feel when we're together" communication. I'm blessed.
- Someday, someone is going to invent a way to prove that creative people are NOT airheads, dingbats or incapable of remembering things. We just think and process things differently, but we manage to get everything accomplished. I'm serious - someday, someone will invent a way to quantify this fact. And THEN you'll all be sorry! ;-) Just sayin. *And if this way has already been invented, then I'm the first to cheerfully declare that I TOLD you so! :)