I didn’t join What I’m Writing last week because I didn’t feel that I had actually been writing. Not in a creative sense anyway.
I think I’m still struggling with the definition of writer; if I haven’t at least written a poem or piece of flash fiction, have I really written anything that it is worthy of discussion? I know this is ridiculous, I myself have concluded that writing is writing; whether it be fiction, journalism or technical writing!
But, does my blog ‘journaling’ count? (Thank you to Sam at And Then The Fun Began for giving me the word I’d been looking for!)
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a short piece about being in the moment, triggered by watching my daughter playing in the leaves. It’s a photo heavy piece, but I am actually quite proud of the writing. It captured a moment and a feeling, and it locked that memory away, treasured and safe. But, it was a blog journal entry…
Last week I wrote a tongue in cheek piece about my husband’s lack of colour sense; devising a checklist for dressing your toddler daughter. People liked it, and in fact it was commented on by people that I didn’t even realise read my blog; it was a Facebook hit! But, it was just a bit of fun. A light hearted piece about avoiding clown and rainbow children. Not writing…
When I sat down to write my post for The Prompt last week I had no idea what I was going to write. I was suffering from a distinct lack of inspiration. I hadn’t written anything of substance for a fortnight and I felt strangely nervous and reluctant to write.
In fact, I avoided writing all day, finally sitting down to write an hour before I intended to publish! In the end, the threat of a deadline did its job and I wrote some words that slowly turned themselves in to a poem.
What has really struck me over the last couple of weeks is this: the less I write, the less I write.
I cheat by sticking to the photography projects I’m doing, along with photo heavy kids activity and craft posts. I avoid sitting down and really thinking, and by extension, writing.
I have felt uninspired, but I also wonder if I just need a break?
Life is pretty full on at the moment. The house is being rewired, with the accompanying holes and dust. The garden is being excavated to install new drainage, with the accompanying holes and mud.
Realistically, there is only so much I can do! But, I will certainly have plenty to write about when I do I get a chance :)
What do you do when you feel lacking in inspiration? Do you take a break or do you go looking for it?