It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything . . . and not just here – anywhere. Well, anything I haven’t been obligated by a contract to write. I’ve tried a few times here – only to ditch a half written post that felt forced. I’ve opened my journal, I’ve tried to conjure up characters but I just couldn’t do it. Part of it was certainly stress, a larger part of it was probably being too busy and occupied with other tasks and other matters to allow myself to be moved or inspired by anything else. Well – the last of my major stresses of the past few months should be over with tomorrow and although I’m slightly nervous I won’t pass this test, which will create new stress – it’ll probably just be fine. This knowledge, the knowledge that there’s probably nothing more I can do is helping me feel just a little bit lighter.
I thought to write earlier today though and still it seemed a daunting task. Just a moment ago though I read a message in a newsletter for the Writer’s Federation I’m a member of. The author was speaking about his or her own inability to write. How with the life and energy of spring and summer words were just flowing but now, just as the gardens are dead and bare, so too are his words. He mentioned that rather than being disheartened by this he was seeing it as a time to breathe in the words, the ideas, the inspiration so that when he’s ready to write again he’ll have something to write.
I have three weeks stretching before me with very little work I’m obligated to do. That means there are three weeks in which I’ll be able to let myself be inspired by words, by experiences, by nature (and feel no guilt connected to investing my time that way!)
Just the thought allowed me to write something new!
How will you make use of any holiday time you have off? What will you let it add to your life?