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.
Enjoy your time away. Don’t think. Just look, feel, relax.
A worthy post of nothing. That is where we are sometimes. Tomorrow is another day! Perfect for noticing.
Sorting thoughts through writing provides material for slicing. ….the usual nudges are nudging me nowhere… – like this line.
I love how you documented this struggle. I could totally relate! This line, “I drifted through this day and never settled.” YES!!! It’s perfect. I’m glad you wrote. I found a lot inside your nothing. 🙂
The blah nothing limbo…boy, do I ever know what that feels like. As Michelle said: I found a lot inside your nothing.
Your head was just too full.
Look forward to reading about the ocean. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps not.
For a post about nothing, it is very well written! Don’t look at my nothing posts. Not nearly as eloquent.
Very poetic! I think I will use in my poetry unit for my writers who get writer’s block! We all get it! Good luck!
Love your honesty here. I think many of us can relate. Out of nothing you found something…and that’s to be commended!
Very relatable. We all have moments like this where there’s just empty space.
This made me think of Toad from Frog and Toad. Sounded like something he’d experience and think about. Frog always comes bounding in as everyone here with encouragement and understanding. Definitely relatable!
You so eloquently wrote about have ing nothing to write about. Carrie, my dear, you do not lack for words.
It’s quite challenging to be profound every.single.day, and perhaps especially on vacation. I think you should stare at the ocean. That’s enough for me.
For a nothing post you said a lot – I think we can all relate!