Sunday, 20 of May of 2012
I look at a fresh piece of paper. I open a new document. I stare and wait for the words to come flowing out of me. And I’m stuck, horribly, painfully stuck.
I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt and frighten me – the idea that I’ve lost the part about me I loved most and made me feel most beautiful.
I’m on the hunt for the lost poetry of my soul.
Date: May 1, 2011
Categories: Uncategorized
Ok, it’s not that I don’t sympathize as much as I about about to play BAD COP. Don’t open a document, then, open a notebook. Or flip to the backside of a grocery list or an envelope or whatever intimidates less. Put on music; turn off music. Write outside, write inside, write in a loud public setting, or the quietest, most desolate corner you know. Read: blogs, newspapers, magazines, and books books books. Read, and journal privately, and blog publicly. Just BEGIN. Take the pressure off. Words are just words. Let them accumulate until you are back in the swing of things and don’t selfl-censor or self-edit.
In short: Don’t hunt; GATHER. Don’t be frightened; FORGE ONWARD.
Do you know The Right to Write by Julia Cameron? It has helped many a stuck writer.
Sending love and tough-you-up vibes,
Mayumi