It must be January. The doldrums hit with no warning. Somewhere between toasting a new year and a return to normal, I crossed the line and entered the writer’s can’t-think-of-a-damn-thing-to-write-even-though-I-have-a-gig block. Is it the weather? Perhaps snow saps my mind of words. It could just be that I’m a displaced writer that misplaced my mind after stressed holiday fun. It seems to happen every year right about now. I need a vacation. I should be lounging on a warm, sunny beach with a shorthaired Fabio sort of hunk handing me a fruity drink that thaws out my mind, fingers, and motivation. Instead, I’ll share with the world what I do when I get stuck.
The 2009-year’s list of things to do instead of writing:
- Download music for 94 cents a tune.
- Create playlists with strange unique titles like…“My Favorites”
- Play solitaire while listening to my new favorites playlist
- Spin in my chair until I get dizzy
- Rearrange my desktop… should my favorite book, Rodale Synonym Finder, be in the bookcase or on the desk?
- Spend a morning creating a daily calendar in MS Word because Microsoft discriminates against people who have Office 2003 and only those with Office 2007 can enjoy the ease of downloading a 2009 daily calendar.
- I’m a predjudiced writer. Get rid of every blue pen that snuck into my penholder. I hate blue ink.
- Try to journal using free thought writing, but discover I can’t think freely.
- Dream about new notebooks with hard covers and dividers for various topics so I can feel organized.
- Crave the love of my life and wonder how I’ll manage without coca-cola.
- Plan the perfect home office with the desk from Pottery Barn that I’ve been pining after as the centerpiece.
- Decide what colors all my office organizers will be…I’m leaning toward red.
- Watch the cat knock everything off the top of my computer stand, including the new speakers that enticed me to purchase music online and create playlists.
- Read email.
- Respond to email.
- Wash my face and slather on the clay mask. Rinse and check for wrinkles and stiffies on the chin.
- Daydream
I love to write… I really do. It’s like breathing, if I don’t do it something dies. It’s just that procrastinating and having writer’s block serves me. I just wish I knew how…