WRITING
It’s Not Writer’s Block
It’s time to soak, to float, to be carried
The month of November seems to have come and gone within less than a day. The rainy season has ended and our summer has blossomed overnight. The dreaded holiday season descends like a heavy tarp, distracting and depressing.
Before I moved to Costa Rica, where the weather is warm and delightful most of the time, the holiday season of the Pacific Northwest arrived with gloom, drizzle, cold, and snow. The chill soaked into my bones, requiring me to cocoon, huddled under a lambskin, emerging only briefly to stoke the fire.
Here, the temperature varies between 72–85ºF (22–29ºC), where shorts and t-shirts are de rigeur, and rarely is air conditioning necessary. It rains in the afternoons in our winter and is sunny and dry in our summer. The climate here is perfect.
In other words, I can’t blame my lack of inspiration on the weather, the climate, the season, or any other obvious excuse. So why do I feel blocked and distracted, and why have I not been writing for more than a month?
Changes in attitude, changes in latitude
“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all”― Charles Bukowski…
