I know it’s tough for folks who know me to imagine this is true: I run out out of words regularly!
I’ve read many articles and blogs about the importance of writing every day. It’s a means of not only getting your ideas out, but to learn to better articulate them.
A common analogy is that of exercising: in order to have consistency and see results, you have to do it in regular increments, challenging yourself with every attempt. Whether that means incrementally more difficult exercises or game opponents, in the case of exercises and sports, or incrementally more difficult subjects with respect to writing.
My challenge is that I don’t think I can force a “revelation.” I can’t just turn on an “idea” light switch to spout out something that others may find helpful.
Sure, I learn something new on most days. Some of those lessons, though, are private and I don’t think they should or need to be shared.
Should I write about my familial interactions when I can’t find anything else? How about my physical ailments or health? How about bodily functions?
Certainly there are folks who can write about these who are passionate or experts about them. Or I may decide to write about them if there are dramatic twists and turns as there were with our boy’s health a few years ago.
Bottom line, I’ve not bought into this idea that anything and everything is worth writing about, nor do I see the utility of it for readers.
Of course, I realize this rambling seems like an attempt to fill space and get something published. It’s really just sharing my frustration with the need to write.
It’s true: sometimes we all run out of ideas and words.
And that’s OK! We can wait to bake ideas before putting pen to paper or keystrokes to a document.