As writers we know why we write, but sometimes we don’t write. Those times of nonscribbling can also be valuable.
Some of many reasons we might not be writing that require compassion and patience:
We are writing in our mind (Wasn’t it Stephen King who said about 3/4 of writing happens in our head?)
We are cleaning mold off kitchen cabinets and otherwise getting our house in order (after a hurricane or life’s hurricanes) so we are clear again to write.
We are working on free lance paid project for clients and in order to do our best work, we need to be focused for the period of the project.
We are in the middle of a huge dramatic event and we need to stay present to the unfolding. Later, looking in the rear view mirror with perspective, we can write to our heart’s delight.
A death in the family.
Reasons we don’t write that require vigilance or at least, some modicum of suspicion:
If any of the above reasons we do write take too long.
We don’t feel like it.
We are overwhelmed.
We are are distracted by work, kids, social events, workshops, excuses.
We are stalling.
We don’t think we are any good.
We were heavily criticized.
There are lots of reasons we don’t write and not writing is part of writing. So long as we get back to the writing, all is well. If any of those reasons take too long, then we need to put our finger to our chin and consider we just got bush whacked by resistance.
Which is what happened to me this last many months. This unfolding led to what I am delightfully calling my “mid-life crisis.” Yes, it involved a shiny a new car. It also led to the most profound breakthrough I’ve had since 2005 (and I’ve had a lot of big transformation in between!) I might write about this, I might not.
In the meantime, I just want to say, Thanks! Thanks for your patience and compassion while I didn’t write. And, thanks for continuing to read and engage, not just with me, but your own gorgeous life.