A post I can completely relate to borrowed (in part) from Luisa Weiss' blog 'The Wednesday Chef'
In an effort to escape from, oh, everything, (without a bottle of Reisling) I decided to treat myself to spending an hour (or, preferably, half a lifetime) with blogger/author/cooker/baker extraordinaire Luisa Weiss. Reading her blog always inspires and entertains me (Luisa is what I want to be when I finally manage to grow up...ignoring the fact that I'm older than she is...) and though our realities are far different, I can always identify with what she has to say. At this current point in my reality, I can absolutely relate to this current post, as all of my writing projects have been abandoned by the wayside as I work on sorting out, well, work. My friends, my friend Luisa: (No, the sweet piggy is not Luisa.....)
Dear readers, much like this little bronze pig on a bridge in Wismar, I have fallen and I can't get up. Though something tells me this pig would characterize his prone position as something far more pleasurable and intentioned than I am able to. In fact, the more I think about it, I'm in more of a Samsa-ian cockroach phase than an indolent pig phase. But you get the picture. Metaphorically speaking, I seem to be somewhat...blocked.
I've decided that instead of belly-aching about it, I'm going to just make pretend that no one is reading and get back to writing. Something. Anything. Because if I keep letting my endless to-do list rear its head while the annoying little voice in my head that tells me I have nothing to say, the days will keep clicking by and I will become so paralyzed that I might never write again.
(I have a penchant for the dramatic, DONTCHA KNOW.)
Nicole says:
Thank you, Luisa for reminding me that not being able to write is not the end of the world, though, yes, I am beginning to feel that I might never write again (gasp, sob). The few times I have tried lately, I have been found staring blankly at the screen or paper, my husband and oldest son inquiring "Weren't you supposed to be writing?" Uh......yeah. The main issue: I don't have the time, and so I steal moments while cooking or in between washing and drying dishes or what have you, and I'm so distracted that NOTHING HAPPENS. Big surprise there, no? In another week I will be changing jobs, moving to another nursing facility closer to home, which will free up so much of my time I may find myself suddenly able to process all those imagined conversations and outlines that bounce around my skull all day begging to be released onto page and screen. Who is it that said change is good? Don't remember, but currently I have to agree. In the meantime, I will continue to tell myself to WRITE. SOMETHING. ANYTHING. Because Luisa (and Sarah Ban Breathnach, and Julia Cameron, and Natalie Goldberg) told me to.
June 07, 2015
Writing. Something. Anything.
Dear readers, much like this little bronze pig on a bridge in Wismar, I have fallen and I can't get up. Though something tells me this pig would characterize his prone position as something far more pleasurable and intentioned than I am able to. In fact, the more I think about it, I'm in more of a Samsa-ian cockroach phase than an indolent pig phase. But you get the picture. Metaphorically speaking, I seem to be somewhat...blocked.
I've decided that instead of belly-aching about it, I'm going to just make pretend that no one is reading and get back to writing. Something. Anything. Because if I keep letting my endless to-do list rear its head while the annoying little voice in my head that tells me I have nothing to say, the days will keep clicking by and I will become so paralyzed that I might never write again.
(I have a penchant for the dramatic, DONTCHA KNOW.)
Nicole says:
Thank you, Luisa for reminding me that not being able to write is not the end of the world, though, yes, I am beginning to feel that I might never write again (gasp, sob). The few times I have tried lately, I have been found staring blankly at the screen or paper, my husband and oldest son inquiring "Weren't you supposed to be writing?" Uh......yeah. The main issue: I don't have the time, and so I steal moments while cooking or in between washing and drying dishes or what have you, and I'm so distracted that NOTHING HAPPENS. Big surprise there, no? In another week I will be changing jobs, moving to another nursing facility closer to home, which will free up so much of my time I may find myself suddenly able to process all those imagined conversations and outlines that bounce around my skull all day begging to be released onto page and screen. Who is it that said change is good? Don't remember, but currently I have to agree. In the meantime, I will continue to tell myself to WRITE. SOMETHING. ANYTHING. Because Luisa (and Sarah Ban Breathnach, and Julia Cameron, and Natalie Goldberg) told me to.
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