All writers experience those dreaded periods of not being able to write. We wander around the house, not knowing what to do, berating ourselves for not writing, depressed because we haven’t written for days, weeks, months. We fill the hours we could be writing with coffee, friends, gardening, even visits to the dentist, anything but writing.
Suppose, just suppose, that this ‘nothing’ time is actually a crucial and natural part of the writing process.
Recently I picked up a book about writing and found a whole chapter dedicated to fears that beset writers. Fear of rejection, fear of failure, fear of success, fear of not being good enough, fear of exposing ourselves, fear of only having one book, fear of hard work, and the list went on and on.
There can be no doubt these fears are very real, and crippling if we give into them.
But what if, instead of wallowing in fear, we savoured this time of doing nothing? If we used it to regroup, to immerse ourselves in the multifaceted illuminous world on the other side of our desk. If we allowed ourselves that time to observe in luxurious detail people and objects which make up our world.
In this free space we could dissect the riot of sensations and thoughts we experience, and in reassembling them discover the world anew.
Perhaps we need this hiatus to replenish and rejuvenate our whole self so, with a rekindled sense of purpose, we can even better transform our lived life into art on the page.