It would seem I’ve hit a brick wall. I’m finding more and more that I stare blankly at the “add new post” page, wondering why the words won’t come. Surely I have plenty to be grateful for, and surely I could make mindful observations. Yet I’m incapable of picking a topic. My original approach to The Mindfulist daily prompts doesn’t seem to fit well with the direction of the prompts — they’ve been more about doing and less about reflecting (that’s not to say I don’t appreciate the prompts to do rather than contemplate). I guess I’m feeling more “I would like to do this” instead of “I would like to plan this.” I suppose I should embrace this ebb of literary content as a period of accumulating noteworthy material. I should embrace this time to create through other mediums, to get outside and enjoy the weather before it becomes a blisteringly hot summer again. The leaves are growing back, the trees are flowering, and the azaleas are blooming. Surely I’ll find inspiration soon.
Don’t waste time looking for inspiration. Just go with what you’re thinking about, what you’re feeling. Let it all flow. Sometimes random is good. (Sometimes I should take my own advice.)
I’ve been going through a writing dry spell myself… It will pass. Just live your life, and something will hit you… now my problem is that I am so tired by the time I see my computer that it never gets written… I just pat my computer and say, “sorry for neglecting you blog”