A writer's life

Staring at the screen and wondering what to say. Time passes. Half an hour perhaps? Reaching into the brain searching for words to express. Coming up blank. Walking around a little, taking yet another cup of coffee, stopping to stare at the tall oak tree, returning to the chair, desk, computer screen once again. Deciding to write about the writing. Holding still while anxiety rises. Waiting for the brain to get those fingers tap, tap tapping at the keys. Deep breath. Anxiety subsiding. The brain never sleeps. That is true. Dreaming, thinking, feeling, experiencing, watching, observing, ruminating. Adding a Facebook application: Catbook. Ada Mae will accompany me through this exercise. And Nick Drake. Piling laundry into the machine. Giving it up. Needing to juggle up the brain, turn the blood around. Climbing onto the treadmill.

I'll try again later.

A year ago at Mining Nuggets: A day to remember

Comments

[tamarika]

Michael,
Smiles.

Winston,
I appreciate your acknowledging and remembering my "darker" days. Thank you for that. In fact, this post was great because after I described the feelings attached to my writer's block, I released a lot of energy and became quite productive for the rest of the day! Sometimes it is so good to face down my demons! Get to know, or make peace, with my shadow or "darker side."

[Winston]

Interesting, Tamar. As I was reading this, I began to have a deja vu moment. I even started thinking, "I hope Tamar is OK. I hope she has not fallen back into that dark pit she visited a year or so ago when she struggled so with self-image, blogging, life in general..." Then I found your closing sentence...

For a long time now you have been so alive and vibrant and prolific, that I really had forgotten your grayer days, going back to your old blog title, etc...

[Michael]

Sometimes we trip over success and don't even notice it.