I write every day. For me, it’s like drinking water, or breathing air – I have to do it, or I feel like I’m going to fade away. Sometimes the things that I write get posted here, sometimes they turn into songs – or scraps of songs, sometimes they exist for my eyes only. And for the past 10 days, I have the beginnings of Word documents that I cannot take past the first 3 lines.
I’m pretty sure that this is writer’s block.
Why did I say “pretty sure”? I am POSITIVE that this is writer’s block.
And I’m not even TRYING to write anything! I mean, this is just me, sitting down, ready to express something – anything – not working on a book, not working on an article, not having a deadline… just wanting to have something to say.
I could write a list of what I did this weekend.
I could write a list of what I would have tweeted HAD I been a Twitterer (which I am not, and will not ever be).
I could write a list of my motivations to keep running (except at this point, totally discouraged and tired and OVER IT, there is only one: calories burned).
I could write a list of the various havocs wrought on my body from running (sore muscles, difficulty bending knees, callouses, both pinky toenails working their way off, and as of yesterday, sports bra chafing on the rib cage)
I could write a list of why I want a miniature pig.
But instead, I’m going to take my post-running-10-miles, broken-down body outside on a slow walk. I’m going to see what I see, and pray, and trust that inspiration is going to hit me again one day. In the meantime, just read this. Because ladies, we’ve all been there, right?