I’ve got nothing today; nichts, nada, rien. Searching through my ‘writing ideas file’ hasn’t helped. Writing a response to quotes for instance. What can you do with,
How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself. Gore Vidal
It is good people who make good places. Anna Sewell
that the authors haven’t already done? As for prompts, not even these stir my writer’s soul:
What are three things you’re grateful for …
Write a note to someone you miss …
There’s nothing I wanted more than to …
and beautiful or quirky images leave me cold:
Most of us, I would venture to say all of us who write, have days like these. Not writing can be a result of poor health, concern for a friend, an argument with a loved one, too little sleep, depressing political situations (Australia is in the early throes of a Federal election. Many of us are beginning to flounder and we still have six weeks of electioneering to go!) I used to believe not writing was writer’s block, a terminal disease that, if it struck, spelled the end of a writer’s dreams. I no longer subscribe to that idea because I’ve learned that writing, like any other job’ is sometimes a drag. It’s hard for me to admit that; when I ‘retired’ I believed my writing life would be more interesting, more stimulating and more rewarding than teaching, and it is, but like teaching, like any job, can also be a chore. I feel guilty as I write this because it’s like saying, ‘Yes, motherhood is wonderful but can I stop now? It’s a bit of a chore, just like any other job really, and who wants a job?’
Seriously, who wants a job? I once knew a man who said his life’s goal was to sit on a beach and read, and I recently met another man who believes those of us who work in offices or have ‘careers’ are all ‘wage slaves’. Both of them have managed to live long and relatively productive lives, though the former waited until retirement to achieve his goal. I also think working is good for us. I don’t subscribe to the idea that labour defines us but, and this depends on our job, work is one way we contribute to society. It also puts food on the table.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Nothing to write, nothing to say, the words won’t come, no ideas except …
… I’ve managed to churn out around 400 words, include two interesting quotations, three prompts, five photographs, a whinge about politics (and by association, politicians) and an anecdote about two acquaintances and their attitude to work. It’s a blog post and it demonstrates, in its own small way, Jayne Anne Phillips’ comment that
Then there is William W. Purkey’s popular quotation, one of my favourites:
You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.
I write here, about how much I love to dance, so, in the spirit of Purkey’s quote, and going well against the grain of writing a blog, This is my advice, to myself of course, when I’ve got nothing:
Jayne Anne Phillips, ‘Cheers: (or) How I Taught Myself to Write’ in The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction: Tips from Editors, Teachers, and Writers in the Field, ed. by Tara L Masih Rose Metal Press.