A Progression Through Writer's Block
Sunset over Lake Erie, I took in June 2012
Hopefully what I'm writing is coherent and intelligent on some level.
As I sit here in the middle of the night wondering when the writer's block will abate, I realize that my thoughts are too jumbled, too disjointed at the present time, to really have clear focus enough to write on a single subject matter with any semblance of intelligence or cohesiveness. I have a plethora of ideas hovering about my mind, but when I sit down to write, anything that comes out seems forced and almost painful. So I table the idea for another time, with the hope that when the subject matter at hand, is ready to come out on its own it will.
Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge
The myriad of ideas
The ideas range from growing up with an alcoholic mother and the impact that has had on my life, to how giving up a child for adoption has affected how I deal with not only my own children, but children in general. There are other stories that I would like to share but not sure I could because of how certain stories would affect those in my life at this present time, not only family members, but friends as well.
Some of the musings are extremely personal, to where I don't feel I would give the story justice, because my thoughts are too slanted in one direction to convey the feelings properly. This last is more than likely because I haven't learned the lesson in the situation as yet, or I don't see the other perspectives clearly enough to be able to not have a certain biased thought process come through. Granted, what I write, or what anyone writes for that matter, is biased based on their own opinions and thought processes, but I don't want what I write to be slanted too far in one direction or another generally, without another perspective being shown as well.
As with all things, time is what is needed to move through the writer's block. I'm slightly amused that the only thing I can clearly convey at the moment is the confusion, the being stumped, the inability to portray a situation with any sort of true clarity. The irony of this leaves me shaking my head. I know that all writers have this at some time or another, but little comfort that provides when all you truly want to do is write something, anything, that is remotely coherent.
A Prairie at Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge
The abatement of the block perhaps?
I'm not good at fiction, or story telling, unless it is something I have experienced, something that has affected me and touched me in some way, whether that something is good or bad, and even if my own shortcomings are revealed. I feel compelled to share the knowledge I have gained from my experiences in some way. And if someone else is helped or sees a way through their own difficult time, then I have done what I've wanted with that particular piece.
My writing comes from the heart, similar to Iyanla Vanzant. She writes about her experiences, about the lessons she herself has learned along this journey called life. She is compelled to share those lessons in the hopes that another will be helped through sharing her own struggles and the things she had to do to overcome and become not only a strong woman but a strong person in general.
Some may feel that my style of writing isn't what this site was intended to be about, but from what I can tell, this site is about writing with no particular leaning towards a specific genre. My thoughts are such that, if you have a gift for writing, no matter the content, and express the ideas in an articulate manner, then someone somewhere is going to be affected or helped in some way. And that is always a good thing in my way of thinking.
Apparently, for at least a minute or two, my writer's block has subsided, now let's see if this trend continues, and I can get back into the soothing groove of knowing what to write again.
Let me conclude by wishing all who read this, a blessed day or night.