Hazy pink blankets coat the horizon
like a blouse tossed to the floor
at the end of a
There’s a fog rolling over the cliffs,
entirely entranced with
the spinning of the Earth.
In the early morning sun,
champagne is within reach and the
cool, beckoning touch of
is almost tangible.
I could look at the crest of this
jagged rock forever and picture us there,
buoyant in the clouds
without strings holding
But there are too many things to do,
too many lives to live,
too many moments to pretend to be
So I pick up my pen and write another damn
poem about mountains,
wishing I could fade into the pastel
peaks like a
coasting into the sunrise.
Hi, friends. It’s been a while.
As I’m sure you’ve noticed (at least those of you still out there), it’s been almost a month since I posted anything. Yes, I'm still alive. No, I'm not in trouble. I’ve been enjoying a break from creativity.
This seems counterintuitive, especially how I’ve preached the benefits of daily writing and constantly pushing yourself. But let’s be honest—life gets in the way sometimes. I would love to say that I’m a virtual fountain of ideas, ready to strike whenever an idea pops into my head.
Were that the case, I’d have written (and sold) SO many books by now. Man, think of all the money! Although I’d love to live in this rich fantasy world where all my student loans are paid off, I’m driven around by a driver daily, and I have one of these in my dining room, the truth is that I’m just another person.
I’m a human being with a full-time job, a husband, a dog always wanting snuggles, and a mind that gets weary. Surely you know the feeling.
So what does any of this have to do with today’s Truth of Writing lesson?
The lesson here is incredibly simple--recognize when you aren’t coming up with anything worthwhile and give yourself some time to breathe.
About a month ago, I struggled to come up with new topics for the blog. All of my poetic impulses started to dim. Posting a new entry, which usually brings me so much joy, started to feel like another thing I had to check off my list.
My creative wells ran dry, and I knew the only way to refill them was to step away.
The greatest gift you can give to yourself is an understanding of your limitations.
It’s no use beating yourself up if writer’s block knocks at your door; it happens to everyone. But if the usual methods of daily writing, creative writing prompts, and reading don’t do anything to reignite the spark, it’s time to take a break.
In my three-ish weeks off, I read some fantastic books (including this one). I spent time trying to figure out what Future Me looks like and what I want to do with my days (update: still unresolved). I traveled to one of my favorite places on earth and dined with people I love.
You can impose so many rules on yourself and try so hard, but if it’s not working, try a reset.
So here I am, nearly a month later, not any wiser, but ready to bring you fresh content and things to read. Let’s start again.
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes…including you.” – Anne Lamott
Writer, editor, and storyteller living in the Twin Cities.