Writer’s paralysis. It’s not quite the same as writer’s block. With paralysis, you have so much stuff in your head to write about, you don’t know where to begin. You pick up your laptop, open up your program of choice, and you’re faced with the blank page. You can’t pick just one thing to start with. There is no gentle flow of writing or a coherent flow of a story. There is no river of creativity flowing from you. If you write, the dam will break and the flood will come forth. Chaos will ensue and all you will have is … the wreck that was in your mind. No one will understand. Possibly, not even yourself.
My son writes. He showed me this tool to get past the paralysis. I hope it works. It’s a website that doesn’t allow you to see what you’re typing. You can’t backspace, either…
… That was the beginning of a lengthy entry I wrote on July 6th. I decided not to post it because the rest of the entry contained a lot of very personal information (everything going on in my head right now causing writer’s paralysis).
But the tool my kid showed me was amazing, and I want to share it with everyone. As writers/bloggers, we all run across writer’s block or writer’s paralysis every now and then. When you can’t figure out what’s causing it or you can’t see a way around it, this should do the trick. Just sit down and start “blind typing”, and regurgitate whatever is in your head. Eventually, something will come out.
Happy writing, and I’ll see y’all again soon!
I want to write today. I so desperately want to write today. I’ve been so busy and it’s been so long since I’ve been here. I feel as though I’m going to explode because I have so much inside of me but I don’t have time to just sit down and get it all out.
I just have this moment.
This moment, when my head is killing me and I feel like I’ve been run over. I just want to lay down and sleep because the last day of August decided to attack my sinuses.
Maybe I’ll have time tonight… :: grumbles ::
What does a sunrise mean to you?
A sunrise is a moment to treasure. The city isn’t awake yet, but nature is and this is her hour.
I’m out in my garage every morning making incense. Daybreak is the coolest time of day where I live. Sunrise is my time to enjoy the quiet, sort through my thoughts and breathe. I’m always at peace by the time I’m done. Just as the sunrise signals a new day, I’m refreshed and ready to start anew as well.
What does a sunrise mean to me? Releasing the past and moving forward into a new day.
I was looking at my Dashboard tonight and noticed my Top Searches. Now, I don’t normally pay attention to my stats, but this was so far out there … I just don’t get it. I’m not going to go on about why anyone would search for any particular topic on the internet. There is a fetish for everything, and there are some sick people out there.
That aside.. how could anyone search for this and hit my blog? I don’t write about this stuff.
Maybe my teenboy did this to me. Life with a mom riding the Menopause Express could seem like torture, I suppose…
This is a post about addiction, but it has a political backstory.
Wednesday morning I got up and checked Facebook. The election was over and I saw numerous negative, backbiting comments from too many people in my feed. Whether they were on the Left or Right, it didn’t seem to matter. I haven’t seen so much hate since junior high. Those on the Left were not winning gracefully, and those on the Right were not losing gracefully either. It was a clear example of our divided nation. I found it disgusting. We are better than that.
I made one post that morning, stating that I’d had enough. I don’t remember exactly how I worded it but basically I said that I wouldn’t be on Facebook or Google+ for the rest of the week because I’d had it. I’m tired of this behavior. I do remember my closing statement. I said that we are better than the politicians we despise.
That was Wednesday morning around 7am, Central time. I started getting twitchy yesterday afternoon, going less than 48 hours without checking or posting to Facebook and Google+.
I’m embarrassed to say, I’m going through social media withdrawal! I come across things I want to post. Nothing important – just little trivial stuff! What have I become? Am I just as addicted as I think my teen boy is to his video games? Geez, I couldn’t resist blogging about this. But I didn’t link this post to Facebook… Yes, like an addict, I rationalize my behavior.
What’s happened to me? What’s happened to society? What have we become?
I began my hiatus from Facebook and Google+ as a “week vacation” from the political nonsense. Today, I decided I want to see how long I can go. I’ve even marked off a corner of the whiteboard in my office:
I wonder how long withdrawal symptoms last…