Yippy. I am experiencing writer’s block for the first time in a long time. And I hate it. I sit and stare at the screen trying to think of something interesting to write and pffft – nothing.
Here’s the thing I know though – that I haven’t always known:
For me, writer’s block is usually about resistance. I don’t want to accept where I am – this un-brilliant place. And the more I fight it, the more mired in it I become. Kind of like quick sand.
So, here I am. Showing up on the page, admitting the truth about about where I find myself.
This actually works around all kinds of resistance I put up about a billion different thing. Once I stop arguing with myself about my reality (I am NOT resisting! I am WAY too advanced for that.”), I start testing the edges of what’s going on. Feeling the size and shape of it, getting my bearings, pointing to the map and saying “I am here.”
After I get a rough idea of where I am, I try to observe it as kind of an un-invested outsider. “Huh. Look at that. I’m having writer’s block. Isn’t that interesting?”
By shining the light on my reality like that (and screwing up the courage to say it out loud), the resistance starts to slowly erode. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, but move it does.
So there you go. Today, I am not brilliant or even remotely witty and I have writer’s block.
What truth might you be resisting today?
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