Writer’s block

Writer’s block

Writing is something that is fascinating to me. I don’t understand how normal people can sit down for hours, months and years and create art with only a pad and paper. I studied writing in college and I still love to read about the different processes. Something I’ve been trying to crack for years is how people get past writer’s block. This isn’t just for writers, but also musicians, chefs, painters, filmmakers, architects, anyone who works creatively is plagued with losing inspiration. It’s not the getting the writer’s block that interests me, it is how people get out of it.

If I had a nickel for every minute I spent staring at a blinking cursor on a blank page, I wouldn’t need to write at all. Take this blog for example, I’ve been away for while getting settled in my new town and new apartment, but I also just didn’t know what to write. Sometimes I just don’t know and as soon as I begin to write a post just to get something up I’ve lost the point of this blog.

I’ve tried all the classic fixes, get a new environment to work in, go for a walk, just get something, anything on the page, but nothing seemed to work. So after a few weeks of looking for inspiration, I decided to look into what famous writers did to combat this malady. Here is what I’ve compiled:

Maya Angelou kept writing anything until she tempted the muse to return:

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“What I try to do is write. I may write for two weeks ‘the cat sat on the mat, that is that, not a rat.’ And it might be just the most boring and awful stuff. But I try. When I’m writing, I write. And then it’s as if the muse is convinced that I’m serious and says, ‘Okay. Okay. I’ll come.’”

Mark Twain’s strategy is to break it down so it doesn’t seem as daunting:

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“The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one.”

Ernest Hemingway, one of my favorite authors, spoke about quitting while you’re ahead:

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“The best way is always to stop when you are going good and when you know what will happen next. If you do that every day … you will never be stuck. Always stop while you are going good and don’t think about it or worry about it until you start to write the next day. That way your subconscious will work on it all the time. But if you think about it consciously or worry about it you will kill it and your brain will be tired before you start.”

Barbara Kingsolver advises writers to just get over it:

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“I learned to produce whether I wanted to or not. It would be easy to say oh, I have writer’s block, oh, I have to wait for my muse. I don’t. Chain that muse to your desk and get the job done.”

Writing is so personal, and dealing with writer’s block is just as personal but hopefully these four quotes hit something lose in your brain and you can get back to work. I’m still learning and figuring out what my process is, but writing about my writer’s block got me a blog post. Is that cheating? Probably, but it’s my process.

Don’t be ashamed to take time for yourself

Don’t be ashamed to take time for yourself

Life is stressful. Whether it’s work, lack of work, friends, family, or being in line at the DMV, stress is an inescapable part of daily life. There are some days when things are harder to deal with. Sometimes you are faced with a normal day but the things that have been on your mind weigh more heavily than usual. When you get to this place it can be hard to be productive.

Today I had a stressful day at work, and when I got home and started applying to jobs like I do every evening, I found it hard to focus. Instead of rewriting my cover letter I found myself thinking about my day and the fact that I haven’t had any job prospects in about a week. That’s when I put my computer down and turned off my phone.

When I get to that place I need to unplug and take some time for myself. In college I used to feel guilty about taking an hour or two to watch TV, read a magazine or sit under a tree somewhere. This is time I could be using to be productive and counteract the stress I’m feeling. I finally realized forcing yourself to work when you’re not focused leads to mistakes and inevitably more stress. If taking time off leads to productivity later, it’s worth it.

I realize you can’t take time off work during the day if you’re starting to feel overwhelmed, but taking a walk at lunch or even around the office can help reduce the worry until you can get home and do whatever relaxes you. For me, it’s a TV show or movie and a delicious dinner. I also like to turn my phone off for awhile to really focus on myself.

This isn’t something I need to do every day or even every week but everyone needs a reset, even if it’s a small one.

I’m why we can’t have nice things

My super hip boss has a mini motor bike he uses to get around the office. On Monday, some of the guys at the office asked if I had ever ridden it, and if I wanted to. I, in my infinite wisdom, said yes. Don’t get it wrong, there was no peer pressure involved, just a group of people who wanted me to feel included. So I hopped on and made it two feet before I smacked into the wall and fell over.

After my embarrassment wore off I realized my finger and knee were hurting pretty bad. During the next couple hours I watched my knee grow a nasty bruise as my finger swelled to three times its size. It stayed that way for a couple days and even now I’m typing this with one finger on my left hand. You might think this is a pretty extreme outcome to a casual ride on something made for children in an enclosed space.

Well let me take you back to the summer of 2011. I was back home from college and my friends Jordyn and Erin wanted to go to the roller rink for their birthdays. I used to roller skate a bit back in the day so I was down. As soon as I put on the skates I realized the last time I had wheels attached to my feet I was 5. This was made even more apparent as I started to go around and around to bad covers of Dave Matthews. I wasn’t terrible but I definitely wasn’t comfortable. Soon I sort of got the hang of it and found a rhythm as long as I didn’t slow down or stop.

Jordyn was a natural. She was spinning and going backwards, your basic Yamaguchi. I lost sight of Erin for five minutes, to be fair, I couldn’t take my eyes off the ground ahead of me. On a quick and daring glance up, I saw her sitting on the side of the rink. Worried something was wrong I made my way over to her. Of course I wasn’t able to slow down so I was planning on every so gracefully gliding into the wall.

Instead, I hit the bump where the hardwood turns into carpet and fell backwards. The next few minutes are a blur, but I’m told I put my arm back to catch myself, then started laughing at my fall. Erin tried to help me up but my arm stayed behind.

Jordyn was in nursing school so she went into full caretaker mode, asking me what hurt, if I could move, if I had hit my head. Though I felt fine, I couldn’t support my arm enough to stand up. The manager from the rink ran up and started asking me to sign things. Since I couldn’t feel my dominant hand I said, “I’m not going to sue,” over and over while another worker made me a splint out of newspaper and skate laces.

I was finally able to stand up and with skates still on, Jordyn wheeled me out as Erin carried my shoes. I was finally able to get into the car and Erin began to drive. Every turn and bump were excruciating but I didn’t start crying until I realized I couldn’t go into work at a restaurant that night.

After half an hour of waiting in the ER, the doctor told me I had dislocated my elbow and I wouldn’t be able to work for 6 weeks. He then gave me some pain meds and popped my elbow back in as I named every bone in the body.

I would like to reiterate both of these activities, roller skating and mini moto bikes, are meant for children, and I managed to spectacularly mess both of them up. I’m not even going to go into the time I dislocated my knee cap falling down three stairs. I assure you, the stairs are not steep or slippery, I’m just uncoordinated. I will find a way to hurt myself doing the most mundane tasks. What made me think I could do something cool?

I’m the reason we can’t have nice things.

Street Harassment

Today I was on a run around my neighborhood and a random man asked me why I wasn’t smiling. First of all, because I just ran two miles, and secondly eff you. This isn’t the first or second time this has happened. In fact, I get some sort of comment every time I go for a run or buy a six pack from the store. I’m not flattered, it’s not a confident boost, it makes me nervous and uncomfortable. I could write books upon books about this subject but other people have discussed it better than I ever could.

That said, I had an interesting conversation with a good male friend yesterday that brought something to my attention, there are men out there who have no idea how bad street harassment really is. My friend had heard the term and read some articles about statistics but he hadn’t really thought about it until he started hearing stories from his girlfriends. If you do it or see it happen, how can you understand it? I rarely get comments if I’m walking with a man, so my friend had never witnessed anything happening to me. He referred to it as an entire world that is happening right under his nose, and that is the reason I’m writing this.

My friend listened to story after story of things that happen to me every day and started to develop an understanding. The only way this problem is going to get better is if more and more people understand it, and that can be done by talking about it constantly. Talk about it with your male and female friends and slowly we’ll eradicate the behavior.

For more information about how to end street harassment visit Hollaback.org.