I stared at the blank page in the notebook. All of the ideas that had zipped through my mind moments before suddenly skittered away like water gliders on the surface of a pond. The only thing remaining was a series of quickly diminishing ripples.
I have been here before. At least once a year I find myself at an impasse with my mind and desire to write. All motivation to put my thoughts to paper evaporates as quickly as it appears.
Thankfully, these phases are not completely unproductive. They give me time to sit on the dock of my mind. I get to dangle my toes in the waters of my mental pond and perhaps skip a stone or three. I stare out at the horizon, contemplating life on an even deeper level than usual. Ideas I considered writing about have more time to be rolled around in my hand like so many pebbles.
At the darkest points of these moods, much like a new moon, rather than rage against the dying of the light, I see these time more as a period of incubation, of recovery. It’s a time to contemplate and reassess desires and values. There is an increase in time spent on other pursuits that give me pleasure.
And then, just like the moon, a tiny sliver of light appears. Just as the moon waxes on its way to full brightness, so too does my need to put my ideas to paper once again.
While I’ve not reached the peak of my arch, the sliver has appeared once more.
The Amusing Muse is a writer, model, and new convert to audio-books, which is great because her commute takes two hours a day. Growing up on PBS and British shows like “Are You Being Served” and “Keeping Up Appearances,” she has fallen in with British mysteries of late and has been loving them. Also, the honey from the bees was harvested, and it’s DELICIOUS!