You may have noticed that I got off schedule in my blogging. I’ve been de-stressing. I decided to quit the numbers game … I’m not watching my blog stats or Twitter follower counts. If any of you leave comments, I’ll know you’re still reading … and if you don’t, I’ll still assume you’re reading, but have nothing to say. I had forgotten how “de-stressful” cello music can be until Lydia Sharp shared this video on her blog yesterday. So I’m sharing Cello Suite No 1, “Prelude” by J.S. Bach with you and suggest you let it play while you read this post.
Part of my stress was caused by worrying about not writing. I have two novels, two poems, and one short story started, but the flow of words had stopped on all of them. Some of you regularly write from prompts. Christi Craig usually sets aside Wednesdays on her blog to share her results of this method. But for the most part, using prompts has not worked for me. I try. I read one prompt and get nothing, then I go to another site and read that prompt, but still nothing comes to me. I can force myself to write something, but my heart isn’t in it. So what works for me?
Most (all?) of us in the U.S. observe daylight savings time, so on Sunday we rolled our clocks back one hour, and when I woke up at my usual time on yesterday morning, it was still dark outside. A short time later, I stepped out on the back patio just as the sky began to lighten over the mountains. The scent of damp earth wafted up and brought with it a memory of waking in my grandparents’ house.
Then, my writer’s mind began to play with that memory. I was not a little girl; I was a woman. But that woman was not me; she was a woman who had fled something. This house was not her house, yet it wasn’t the house of strangers either. And so it went.
As soon as I could, I sat down at the keyboard and began to write. I worked in spurts, writing until I didn’t know what was coming next and then doing laundry, or vacuuming, or reading while I waited for more to be revealed. By the end of the day, I had written 2600 words. It seems a complete story. Maybe the best I’ve written.
I think, for me, it’s best not to force the writing. That’s not to say I do nothing while I wait for new inspiration. There’s always something to edit, or story ideas to jot down, or blog posts to write. But creatively, my mind balks at being forced. If writing prompts work for you, use them. If they don’t, look—and listen—for inspiration elsewhere. And wait … it will come.
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37 thoughts on “Waiting for the words”
I echo Christ’s comment – We each have our strengths, weaknesses, and catalysts for inspiration.
I’m glad your story flowed so easily from your inspiration!
I saw your name on a friend’s blog, and I’m so glad I stopped by your site! I just love this post about the magical process of inspiration – so perfect that it happened at sunrise.
Prompts don’t work for me either, by the way. I always try them for the Writer’s Digest contests & nothing. I much prefer the inception that you wrote about.
I’ve seen your name in blog comments too, and I’ll keep my eye out for where. Thanks for stopping by.
You know, your comment made me think about how often I am inspired by the sunrise. I should make a point to catch as many as possible.
I completely agree. It’s when I’m doing the dishes, or driving, or vacuuming that my mind usually solves the problems that hours at the computer can’t push through. And I love nature as well. It’s nice to de-stress.
Because if we don’t de-stress … we might just keep doing dishes and never write again!
Linda — Your ‘clearing your inner garage’ comment on my blog yesterday was met with claps and cheers from the peanut gallery!
What a great image you gave us! Thank you! (And I still can’t figure out why your gravatar doesn’t show up on my site. 😦
Ha-ha, I’m a star! 😀 Actually, your post sparked the one I wrote for today, so thank you.