I am in a word desert, dear reader. Have you been here? For a while now, every time I try to write there are no words. None. For as far as my brain can see, not even a syllable. I know I’ll find my way out, but I don’t know when.
You’re not alone there, my friend. I’ve gone from three to four times a week to once and this week I couldn’t even produce that. I don’t have any answers, but I’m really glad it’s only a loss of words that has had you off the airways. đ
Hmmm…I wonder how much the headlines have undone us both. I think you nailed it with the word “answers.” We want and need answers to a whole lot of questions, but we seem to be stuck with just the questions. They’ve clogged my brain pipes. Or maybe I have some answers and it’s the answers that are clogging my brain pipes.
Though I wasn’t sure, I kind of thought I spotted you away off on one of the dunes in this word desert. So it really was you.
I’m truly sorry you’re feeling this way. I always open your Oddment post as soon as I see it in my inbox, and I hope you’ll be feeling better soon. If this will take you a while, I’ll happily go back to your early ones and enjoy them all over again.
Your Photos are outstanding. Would it be useful to take some new ones while words evade you?
I may be out of site but you are never out of my mind.
“Out of site but never out of mind.” Good one! And thank you, Shirah! I’ve tried to take some photos, and I have some great photos from my photographer friend Bill, but they lead to nothing. I think of Julianna’s admonishment that when we can’t write it means we are avoiding what we SHOULD be writing about, but that leads to a void also. Why the words stop is as big a mystery as why the words come. Yes?
When people are thoughtful, as you are, a few fallow days is sometimes nature’s best way. In the face of serious issues, writing a poem or posting a picture of a flower can seem inappropriate or inadequate as we contemplate doing it.
I have felt that many times since I’ve been blogging, yet when I have eventually steeled myself to post something – anything – I have been met with kind responses, yours amongst them. As always I’ll be rooting for you. I hope you’ll not lay fallow for long.
October 10, 2018 at 10:35 am
You’re not alone there, my friend. I’ve gone from three to four times a week to once and this week I couldn’t even produce that. I don’t have any answers, but I’m really glad it’s only a loss of words that has had you off the airways. đ
October 10, 2018 at 12:04 pm
Hmmm…I wonder how much the headlines have undone us both. I think you nailed it with the word “answers.” We want and need answers to a whole lot of questions, but we seem to be stuck with just the questions. They’ve clogged my brain pipes. Or maybe I have some answers and it’s the answers that are clogging my brain pipes.
Though I wasn’t sure, I kind of thought I spotted you away off on one of the dunes in this word desert. So it really was you.
October 11, 2018 at 5:08 pm
Yep, that was me. đ I really do appreciate the chuckle I had reading this. Maybe you and I should just stick to comments. đ
October 11, 2018 at 5:34 pm
What a great idea!
October 10, 2018 at 10:36 am
I’m truly sorry you’re feeling this way. I always open your Oddment post as soon as I see it in my inbox, and I hope you’ll be feeling better soon. If this will take you a while, I’ll happily go back to your early ones and enjoy them all over again.
Your Photos are outstanding. Would it be useful to take some new ones while words evade you?
I may be out of site but you are never out of my mind.
October 10, 2018 at 12:10 pm
“Out of site but never out of mind.” Good one! And thank you, Shirah! I’ve tried to take some photos, and I have some great photos from my photographer friend Bill, but they lead to nothing. I think of Julianna’s admonishment that when we can’t write it means we are avoiding what we SHOULD be writing about, but that leads to a void also. Why the words stop is as big a mystery as why the words come. Yes?
October 10, 2018 at 1:38 pm
When people are thoughtful, as you are, a few fallow days is sometimes nature’s best way. In the face of serious issues, writing a poem or posting a picture of a flower can seem inappropriate or inadequate as we contemplate doing it.
I have felt that many times since I’ve been blogging, yet when I have eventually steeled myself to post something – anything – I have been met with kind responses, yours amongst them. As always I’ll be rooting for you. I hope you’ll not lay fallow for long.
October 10, 2018 at 6:49 pm
Thanks, Susan! I like the idea of lying fallow — there’s a nice implication of renewal and growth.