I sit in front of my laptop, waiting for a story to pop in my head…and nothing happens. “This must be writer’s block,” I think. 20 minutes pass. “Hmmm, this still must be writer’s block…. I’m bored.” I close my laptop and switch on the tv.
Or, I’m writing, full speed ahead. I’m feeling good, all inspired. Words are flowing. Then I hit a wall. My mind just blanks. “What happened?” I look at my hands. “Why did you stop? We were doing so good.”
Sitting in my living room doesn’t inspire creativity. Once I’m back at my school – with the scent of play dough and crayons in the air – the creative juices will flow. I’m sure. I see a puppet and, instantly, I relive memories. Then I write.
I look at other blogs and see entries posted daily. Dang. I don’t aspire to do that, but much respect. For me, writing takes time. My first blog entries took at least two hours to finish – and I still had misspelled words and grammar mistakes.
But, I will say this. When I finish writing, I feel good. “I made that. That came out of my head.” This sense of wonder and satisfaction is also a conviction. “Why don’t I write more, instead of watching tv?” And it’s not just writing. It’s the same feeling when I take photographs or create computer graphics. It’s the practice of creating that is awe-inspiring; taking an idea in your head and making it visible and tangible.
I imagine a child’s mind is similar. Tiny hands that are making ideas visible.
“Keep writing. Just write. Turn off ESPN and get a cup of coffee. Forge ahead. Fight through the wall. For the kiddos. Forge ahead.”