On Writing

I’ m having trouble thinking of things to write about. I wonder why it is so hard sometimes to get words worth reading on the page. I wonder why there are spaces of time when it is easy and it flows, and it is followed by weeks and then years when we can’t think of anything.

I’ve spent a lot of money on books about writing, and I have read them. In the middle of reading these books about writing and writer’s block I start to wonder if I am reading too much and if that is preventing me from writing.

So today I am trying writing about writing.

They say that everything you need to know about writing is found through writing. That is what life is like. You live, you learn. You write, you write. That is so Zen.

So many authors, these days, are trying to live in the moment, experiencing life as it happens. I hear them say that they don’t worry about tomorrow, that tomorrow will come and the problems that come with tomorrow will be dealt with as they happen. I have also heard that Jesus and Buddha have both said that.

When I write a poem or a story, it begins to take on a life of its own. It begins to unfold in its own way. As in life, I have to give up control, and let it go.

I am trying to do that. It is harder than it seems. Day to day worries and insecurities creep into my mind. It is 2012. They say the world will end this year on the twenty-first day of December. I really don’t believe that, BUT….things have been a little weird lately.

Who knows? Maybe the Myans just ran out of rock to chisel their calendar on. Or, maybe they just knew something we don’t know. I guess we’ll find out this year. I just don’t want to go and spend a whole lot of money on Christmas presents, and then not be able to give them away.

I’ve been talking to a writing friend, ironically by writing to her, and she writing back to me. She has always given me a little spark, just enough to push me forward. I love her for that. I know she knows who she is.

I also think that I am beginning to sound like the Late Andy Rooney.  Whatever. I always liked Andy. I just hope my eyebrows never get like his did.

Well, this is my blog about writing, and writer’s block. I can’t think of anything else to say about this subject right now, so I guess this is a good enough place to stop.