Image by Krikit ♥ via FlickrDry spells. We all have them. They're the days that we feel like writing is a chore and if we have to find another word to follow another word leading to another word, we might just take that last step towards Kookoo Town. I'm in one right now, and I have to say, it's a bummer.
Not only do I feel like I'm in a rut, I also feel distinctly less of a person than usual. What do I mean?
For someone who writes for a living (of which I hope to be some day), writing is a daily thing that becomes a part of that person's life, and in a sense, a part of him or her.
I'm only an author-in-training, but I still have the same tendencies as those professionals, and when I'm not writing, I'm thinking about writing. And when I'm not thinking about writing, I'm thinking of great story ideas I could write. And when I'm not doing any of those things, it's a safe bet that I'm dead.
Sometimes though, the world (in my case, classes) conspires to keep us occupied and away from our writing apparatuses of choice and we're forced to keep it all inside. In a way, I think that may be worse than having nothing to write about.
There is no feeling in the world quite like being made to do something when you'd much rather be somewhere else, doing something you know you love.
To return to the topic of dry spells: we have them, but luckily, they tend to go away. We may not always be patient or happy while we wait, and we might try different methods to combat the desert in our minds, but in the end, we all want the same thing.
Words. Inspiration. A fluid connection of ideas that might turn into some grand project as the rain falls once again and creates a lush paradise of imagination.
We won't get any of those things, however, if we stop trying to find the rain. Who knows? You might just have a hidden reserve somewhere inside you, just waiting to be found.
So go fight the drought, writers. I am.