I’ve spent half my afternoon writing and have absolutely nothing to show for it. I feel like a medium being haunted by a spirit with unfinished business – she desperately wants me to say something on her behalf, but I can’t find the words (yet). So here we sit, this feeling and I, waiting.
Not having a main idea hasn’t stopped me before. Some of my favorite blog posts are ones that grew out of my need to write something, without knowing what. But it’s evening now and the feeling is fading. So maybe I wrote what I needed to today, it just didn’t need to be shared? Write. Delete. Write. Delete. It’s still writing, right?
Today was just too quiet, so the voices in my head got a little loud and putting them in print usually helps quiet them. That’s all I needed to accomplish. That and having the feeling that I talked with someone other than myself today. So thanks for listening.
Clearly you’ve answered/responded to yourself quite nicely, Leah. And you’ve also offered an example of how writing goes sometimes: we think it hasn’t gone, and yet, just even entertaining the thoughts we end up deleting IS writing. As some crusty old West Texans would say, “Ya done good, Girl!”
Thanks, SarahLee! My tree fell in the forest and no one was there to see/hear it, so I just wanted you to know it DID make noise 🙂