So any day now my writing “thing” is going to return.
Now, I need to cheat. Because all of the usual nudges are nudging me nowhere.
Scroll through photos for something that says something connected to something I have been thinking something about.
This actually works. But right now typing it, I just confused myself.
Move backwards and forwards through the day and stop when there is something to peel away or poke at.
Today was a day of procrastination cleaning, long drawn out packing, nagging children, wasting time.
I drifted through this day and never settled. Reorganizing the fridge, folding sheets, eating fruit so that it won’t spoil. These things offer me nothing.
I think I did it sort of purposely. If I am going to confess. Pushed myself to late night deadlines with nothing on the page. Just to see what I would pull out. Knowing it would be nothing.
This is now my blank slate. My nowhere place to walk from.
I can’t really cheat. I have to just write this.
This blah nowhere limbo.
It doesn’t even deserve a word. More just a sound. A kind of sigh. Half hearted and under-impressive.
Now there is only one way to go. Away from this and towards a story to tell.
Tomorrow I will stare at the ocean.
I will walk through a different city.
I will shake out my head.
Something will come.
I have no more words for nothing.
I am participating in the Slice of Life challenge to write and publish a post every day in March.
Slice of Life is hosted by Two Writing Teachers. I thank them for the community they provide. Read more slices here.