Writing is something I love to do, and allegedly, something I do well. (I say allegedly because I’ve received compliments, yet I compare it to others and can’t help but think about what a long way I have to go.) But as of late it seems as if writing has become more of a challenge for me than ever before. I don’t mean the actual mechanics or the writing, but moreso the translation of what’s in my head onto the page.
There are so many thoughts swirling around in my head, I could probably write a piece each day (if I could find the time) for the next three months. But none of it seems to want to come and make an appearance for the world to see. Perhaps it’s stress, or busyness, or hunger, or just life in general getting in the way; who knows? But I know that if you’ve ever been there, you know it’s frustrating.
Beyond anything else, my question, when this happens, is, “Why?” I know I’ve got plenty up there, plenty I’m thinking about, meditating on and trying to figure out. And I know I can write — I’ve got the MacBook up, word processing application opened to a blank screen and still… nothing. I’ve got the time, the space, the everything. But I’ve still got nothing but frustration. (I’ll let you insert your imagination of me making some grunt of frustration here.)
I don’t think of it as writer’s block as much as I do writer’s constipation. (Or maybe I just came up with a new term because it fits well and I’m having writer’s block denial.) It’s not that I need ideas — I have those. I have the thoughts, and things to say but they just won’t come out. I need some kind of writer’s enema (for lack of a better term). I need some more writing fiber in my writing diet. But I haven’t a clue what that looks like.
Since I know I’m not the only person out there with this issue, this is a time where I want to hear from you on how you deal with this. How do you maneuver around your writer’s constipation? What does “writer’s fiber” look like to you? What helps keep you consistent?