Writer's Block

I sit here, with a willingness to be creative and no idea what to create.

I have been restless recently, sick and tired of actively avoiding what it is I actually want to do.

But I fear I haven’t quite figured out what it is I want to do.

I know I want to write, because when it happens it flows out of me, I feel something when I reach a flow state.

It brings me a catharsis like no other.

I remember wanting to write a book, I have started one, in a way.

I have characters but no plot.

All of the writing advice says that’s okay.

I am not so sure, I have no Idea where I want to take my collection of characters yet.

The first few scribbles of this non book have been in my back pocket for many a year now.

I re visit them every once in a while to see if I can spring them from purgatory.

So far, not so good.

Maybe one day I will open the word doc, and the words will come streaming out me.

For now, I will keep going with my random scribbles and short form ideas to at the very least keep the juices flowing.

I have to remind myself I enjoy this; I like the activity of ordering my thoughts into words. Even if they don’t go anywhere, except here.

Here is enough

For now.