If I have any readers, they probably think I died.
Writers’ block, y’all. WRITERS’. BLOCK.
For the past few months, I've been in a season of writer's block so paralyzing it's made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. I don’t think I’ve every gone so long without writing, maybe in my life. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty much in an all out creative arrest (That’s like cardiac arrest for your creativity).
Abandoned projects are lying all around my apartment like lazy, rude houseguests. There’s a gorgeous scarf on my loom. It’s made of cashmere, silk and various fine wools. The colors are the kind that make me happiest, and it could have been finished in under half an hour three weeks ago.
There’s so much deserted spinning fiber around my wheel, it looks like several small, brightly colored sheep have curled up and died there.
I’ve been working on a crocheted curtain for a dear friend, to the tune of four or five stitches a night. I’m also working on a baby dress for my new niece. She’s not quite here yet, so it was going to be a baby shower gift, and then I was going to send it back when her grandparents visited us almost a month ago. At this rate, I’m a little concerned it will grow into a wedding gown.
Don’t get me started on the record of disappointments that is my sketchbook, or the pile of unfinished paintings in the closet. I thought maybe I was in the mood to make some jewelry, but after an unproductive week, I finally packed the whole mess up again.
On the other hand, I feel like things at work are pretty great. I think I’m pretty much the luckiest person on the planet work-wise, especially considering my past few jobs. What I do there is very math-y, with lots of receipts and spreadsheets. My inner geek is in heaven, but I’ve observed mixing creativity with numbers, particularly numbers that represent state funds, can land a person in prison, so it doesn’t do much for my inner frustrated artist…..except maybe make her more frustrated?
I’m jonesing for a project, the kind that makes my brain switch on in a way I can physically feel, the kind that I can’t wait to get back to. I’m always chasing that dragon.
I wish I could get a little more feedback from you guys. What gets you out of a slump?
