Sometimes your mind just goes blank.
I’m not talking about the oh-so-typical writer’s block. That’s common and there are many strategies to overcome it.
I’m not talking about not having a story in mind, or lacking a wellspring of ideas. Neither am I talking about not knowing what your next thing to write might be.
Sometimes, in my experience, you can have all that going for you and - BOOM - you sit down at a screen to start writing up that scene, column, blog entry or whatever, and you may know everything you need to write and how you want to write it, but you just… don’t want to start.
There’s a name for this; it’s called “realizing that sometimes, writing is real work.” All workers, no matter their jobs, would simply be somewhere else, doing anything else than what they’re doing at the moment. The more often people run into that feeling, they begin to get restless and think about “writing the Great American novel” instead of doing whatever it is they are doing.
But what do real, hard-working writers do when they have that moment where they realize writing is real, hard work?
Well, for me, fishing is a frequent candidate.
Fortunately, those moments are usually brief and pass as soon as you put your first sentence together, whether it’s a narrator’s controversial statement to open a chapter, or an essay on used Harleys, or a blog post about how, sometimes, writing is work instead of the most fun thing you could possibly be doing right now.
