Sometimes writing is hard
I read a fascinating blog today that reminds me of all the times I sit in front of my computer screen with little more than petty thoughts running through my mind.
The blog centered around writer’s block and how sometimes thinking of a witty and interesting blog post just isn’t as easy as it sounds.
It’s days like that where I can’t seem to run enough sentences together to form a coherent thought and after 30 minutes of frustration and distractions, I finally give up and succumb to watching Friends reruns until I pass out on the couch.
The frustration stems from the fact that I generally began two to three separate entries in a night; each time thinking I will have a spark of genius and the words will flow quickly and easily.
That never happens though.
Several sentences in, I realize I don’t have nearly enough thoughts to create an entire post, save the entry to my drafts, and head to Facebook for more inspiration.
Through photos and status updates, I desperately try to consider all the events that happened throughout my day that would have made exceptional rants, but none of them seem intriguing enough to share with the world.
In reality, my days usually just aren’t that exciting. Take today for example. It was nothing out of the ordinary, and in fact, seemed like nothing more than an average day for me.
Like usual, I attempted to pack an entire week’s worth of errands and chores into one free afternoon and evening. For once, there were no soccer games or practices, and our only obligation was to sign my youngest up for volleyball. That being the case, I made myself a relatively unreasonable list in a vague attempt to accomplish as much as possible before another week passed me by.
Needless to say, there is only so much time in a day, and as usual, my writing was placed at the very end of my list. As much as I would like to say that I can drop everything and write, the truth is, I can’t. I’ve tried. In reality, attempting to write when there are so many other things I know need to be done makes the creative process next to impossible. There is absolutely no way I can place my entire life on hold because I want to write every day.
What I can do, however, is exactly what I’m doing now. Using my time to my advantage. I know it’s late, but now the majority of my list has been completed, and I am feeling accomplished. My children are sleeping, and my boyfriend is relaxing in the other room.
For once, it’s quiet. And that is exactly what I needed.