Last time I posted on this blog I talked about my writers’ block. I was suffering and feeling inadequate and somewhat miserable. The Internet is full of cures but I have found my own cure by chance. It may help you if you ever find yourself in the same state. It is not a happy state. Writers write I kept telling myself that. It did no good something was stopping me writing.
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My cure and I’m sure my writers’ Block is cured.
Instead of sitting at home and gazing at the key board or drifting around the house – I walked. I walked and walked. Not thinking about anything in particular. Not listening to anything. I just walked. I let the rhythm of my walking takeover. It takes a while to get your personal rhythm going. When you do it becomes quite hypnotic – rather like a drug – and eventually the mind flows freely.
I did think about the Coronavirus for a while. We are all thinking about that and whether we have enough toilet paper to last us. People have fought over toilet paper in this country – a country that produces 40% of the paper it uses. The factories have doubled their production-run and are working around the clock to keep up with this demand.
After days, many kilometers covered and evenings slumped on the couch with exhaustion, as I walked I began to think of things I wanted to write and how I wanted to write them. The urge to write came back. Somewhere along those inner city streets my writers ‘block had left me. I had left it behind.
So. My recipe for writers’ block. Walk and walk some more then walk again. Let me know in the comments below if this has worked for you or if you have another recipe.
I will post a piece I wrote yesterday. In the meantime I used my phone to snap some of the flowers that I passed.
I think all the recent rain has helped them beautify our gardens. Here are a couple of flowers that brightened my walking.
These trees are doing wonderfully well this year. I have never know the name of them but they delight each years. Here’s a close up of the blossom.
And if you are hungry there are mandarins falling onto the footpath.