What exactly is writer’s block? I won’t pretend to know, but something is going on. Something in my head. I want to write but when I sit down at my computer…nothing. Nada. Zilch. And I’m frustrated. I have this story in my head but it won’t transfer through my fingers to the computer.
I’ve tried to dissect it…this strange clogging of thoughts…and so far this is what I’ve gathered. Maybe I’m in a funk. Do you have them? You know, the I feel thick and sluggish and I’m tired all the time and if I don’t get out of my house soon, somebody’s going to get hurt feeling. Please tell me that someone else feels this way too! I’d hate to think I’m the only human being that gets stir crazy.
What’s the culprit? Many things, I believe.
First, my kids are growing up and they don’t need me as much anymore. They don’t need me to drive them around. There are no camps, no trips to town for the thousands of things they need. Now they do it on their own. It’s a blessing in so many ways but still…suddenly I’m a momma only needed for the occasional meal, laundry services and advice once or twice a week. It’s such a dramatic change from life before. I’ve always said raising children should come with warning labels and this is one of them – I will grow up and leave you. Suck it up.
Second, I’ve been home-bound this summer. Not by some injury or ailment. Just home-bound because I have nothing to do…absolutely nothing. Which sounds wonderful, I know! And for the first few weeks of summer it was. Now, I’m getting restless. My hubby says I need to get my butt back to work. Maybe he’s right.
Third, we’ve taken no vacations this summer. Hubby’s job won’t allow it, and the lack of travel and one-on-one time with my family is making me cranky. I need to see something else besides the (wonderful) walls of my house. We’ve always traveled every summer…wonderful places like New York and Maine and Mackinac. Not this year, and I miss it.
Fourth, I’m not doing enough for others. I’ve come to the conclusion that my boredom/self-pity/restlessness stems from the giving of myself all school year coming to a screeching halt. Yes, teachers need a break to recover from one school year before tackling another, but I need to find other ways to give in the summer. (And honestly, something that has nothing to do with small children – that’s my full-time job.)
So…writers block, writer’s block. It sucks and it needs to go. Should I run off to some foreign location for a week? Or how about kidnap my hubby for a few days and disappear north? Hmm…or maybe, just maybe, I should go on the hunt for somebody who needs help. Whatever it is, I’ve got to find a way to clear this funk in my head. I’m on the count-down for the beginning of the next school year, and I need to start with a fresh, clear, funk-less mind.
Any ideas…anyone, anyone? Beuller, Beuller? (Sorry – told you I was going stir crazy!)
My imaginary happy place.