I have spent some time away from here due to recent family events, when I got the chance to put pen to paper last week I discovered to my horror that in my absence I seem to have lost my mojo.
Inspiration is not really a problem I have lots of that. There is no flow to my writing. The results are just a mish-mash of good ideas that I’m simply ruining.
When I first started to write it became like a type of therapy for me … An escapism! Whilst I was enjoying my creative streak I was bowled-over to also discover the benefits of belonging to a great community of like-minded people.
I don’t want to be left out of this loop…
I would be grateful of any tips to get me up and running again. Thank you x :0)
The following was written in frustration. I decided to publish it because it’s the only piece that actually makes some sense amongst my growing pile of papers.
It is a vicious circle from red right through to purple Painted rainbow isthecolour making lives we lead much fuller
Don’t write me off I will be back for inspiration is not where I lack No written verse can I complete no paragraph can I make meet
The words are there on various pages though the time it’s taken seems like ages Outlined ideas that are eventually appearing make no sense there is no feeling
Impatiently I am waiting for the key that does unlock the nightmare that I’m having.. This is ‘My Writers Block’ …
Talking, talking all around me in hushed muffled tones ‘what are they saying?’ I make out the odd word or two as my mind starts to run riot with obvious paranoia. This is not good.. Their saying my name, why? I’m trying to rationalise this with myself. Why would anyone be talking about me and mine at 3am in the morning. What makes me so special..
The talking is in my head I do know this, so why am I listening for it? and how come I can still here it.
My mind is playing tricks on me.
I can hear the humming of the fridge and hubby snoring in the bedroom, yet to my over sensitive ears the sounds are forming words, fridges don’t talk and snoring is not a language I speak.
Stop! I don’t like this it’s scaring me. Reassuring myself I sit here at the table alone.. except for the voices of course! If I wasn’t so deprived of sleep I would probably talk back, could be interesting instead I’m writing this down as a distraction from the madness – or is it? I’m writing about hearing voices that I’m well aware are in my head. So.. now I’ve burdened myself with being unable to decide what is more insane, listening for the voices that aren’t real or writing about them.
At last the birds begin to sing signalling morning is near, they don’t have an opinion do they.. Aaargh!! If I listen hard enough they will! Upsetting myself now with the inability to differentiate between what’s real and what’s not, I stand to leave, Enough!! Sorry voices but you’ll have to chat between yourselves for a while whilst I go to close my eyes and pretend that I can’t hear you. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon. I always am aren’t I?..
Come on in and browse. The biscuits were made fresh this morning, the Slush Puppie machine was just refilled with a new bottle of red syrup, and we have the biggest selection of bait this close to town.