I’ve the next chapter waiting in the wings, but my son’s been quarantined because of a case of Covid in the nursery. Furthermore, the laundry’s piling up, and there are groceries to buy, and everyone needs their tea.
This is the kind of writer’s block I experience. The words are always there, but sometimes I have to ignore them. I’ll admit to sneaking off for a surreptitious writing break when the kids are watching TV. This is how I made it through two lockdowns: retreating to my writer’s lair at every available opportunity.
Sometimes I struggle to understand why other writers get blocked. I don’t ever try to force the words to come. Instead, I find a silent space, tune out and ground my senses, then I listen to the words:
faintly humming like
cosmic background song
Written for dVerse
Tonight, Frank is hosting Haibun Monday, and he has asked us to write about writer’s block. It’s true that I had big plans to continue work on my novel this week, but my son has been ordered to stay home from nursery because of a case of Covid in class. Most importantly, he is well. I will enjoy the time with him, but I imagine I’ll be sneaking off for a few ‘writer’s breaks’ every now and then, while he’s happily drawing on the walls or stomping play-doh into the carpet…
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A reminder that my poem ‘So Long‘ has been nominated for Publication of the Month at Spillwords! If you like the poem, I would very much appreciate your vote: https://spillwords.com/vote/. Polls close on September 30th 🙂