If Only I’d Stop… and Stare, then I Could Share

An ode to writing

I sit at my computer and stare.

It’s not so much writer’s block. It’s, it’s… I think it’s just emotions.

Nah, I don’t think. It is emotions.

I write a blog that posts each Friday at 10:00am for the last 4 years. I flew back to Portland, Oregon last night from Indianapolis, Indiana and as I laid in bed with a 3-hour time difference, I remembered I hadn’t posted one and that my e-mail reminder was set to go off this morning to my subscribers.

I woke up this morning, forgetting again, attending my Barre3 class and then remembering and driving to a coffee shop, Two Sweet Cakes, to write.

And an hour later, I sit at my computer, going through e-mails and checking Twitter. Sending a text and making a note for something to do later. Meanwhile, sipping on my Iced Oat Milk Latte and keeping up to date on Instagram, because obviously I need to know what everyone has been up to since I stepped aside for an hour workout.

Sometimes it’s not writer’s block. Sometimes it’s not even distractions. Sometimes, it’s simply taking the time to feel. Taking the time to be quiet. Taking the time to turn things off and listen to what’s inside.

That’s the hard work of writing.

You can’t write good work passively, you have to feel. You have to be honest. And to be honest on paper, you have to be honest with yourself.

So as I type this, as I search for what to write about.

I think I just did.