That’s right. The bad news is that I’m mired in the problems I write about. The good news is that at least now I have a blog topic.
I’ve been writing this blog for about 6 months and suddenly this week I felt like I was drying up, running out of ideas, and tired of the routine. I mean, how many blog posts can a man write about this topic and still say something new, worthwhile, amusing or interesting?
But for today anyway, I have my topic. I don’t want to write and somehow I am going to do it nonetheless. I’ll practice what I preach and give a report from the trenches. Step one is opening up the ‘new post’ window in my blog, without having the slightest idea of what I will write. My body and mind are exerting a subtle but powerful resistance, and I am entertaining ideas that are tempting me to do something else – anything else. Somehow I manage to stay seated and not walk to the coffee shop. A small victory.
Next, I scour my mind in search of a decent blog theme, but every candidate seems unappealing, already done or boring. I’m not motivated. I search a variety of internet picture collections for inspiration, and nothing clicks. I look at my book‘s table of contents, but everything seems to be something I’ve already addressed.
I am looking at an unyielding, uncaring blank screen, and now I feel guilty like I should be accomplishing other pressing tasks on my ‘to do’ list, because staring at my computer screen trying to write is apparently a waste of time. An ominous cascade of thoughts about the hopelessness of pursuing writing at all darts into my consciousness, but I chase these demons away through a courageous act of will.
I finally realize that I will write about my problems with writing today, and now I feel better and energized. I decide to put my head right into the open jaws of the ravenous lion of writing dread, and trust that I will survive and that something good will come of it.
After all, I only have to write 300 words, and actually, I just did that.