I wait for something epic.
Something worthwhile to share. When it doesn’t I’m stuck wondering what it is I’m supposed to write on the is screen.
Honestly, there is always something about which to write and more often than not, it’s not epic. Instead, it’s mundane. It’s the everyday that we remember–that draw’s us into one another’s lives with a call of “you too” and “It’s not just me.”
My only advice when this occurs is to pick up your head.
Spin around 360 degrees and make note of everything within ten feet of you. There will be something to write about.
I spin now and I see my work area, cluttered and full, replete with paperwork, projects unfinished and schedules. The white and wood island stands stately in the middle of the kitchen. I’m so proud of it because my neighbor set it out for free and I totally carried it across the road with the help of my babysitter. It’s a monument to the free gift of an island when I had prayed for one.
“You have to surrender to the act of writing, give up to it, trust that if you have anything, it will discover it for you.” – E. L. Doctorow
I scrawled that quote onto my wall smearing paint with “wipe-off” markers that are now indelibly engraved on my wall. To offer up, to surrender to write, to trust in our words–it can be so scary, but then again, any action that involves trust requires an action of bravery.
So today, ladies. Be brave.
Can’t think of what to write? Turn in a circle. Then tell me what’s inside your circle.