Today I’m experiencing writer’s block. But I need to write. It’s an outlet for my emotions, and today my emotions need an outlet. Why? Because I’m perplexed.
I consider myself to be a good communicator. I can usually take words and use them to formulate an argument, or explanation or get my point across. At the very least, once they are read they are usually understood for what they are meant to express. Today. Not so much. Today I tried as hard as I could to write the words my heart was feeling, and for some reason, I came up short. I’ve been coming up short quite often lately with my words, and I’m not exactly sure how to fix it or change things.
I feel like Helen Keller. Trying to communicate and yet unable to communicate–that’s the dilemma. There’s a barrier keeping my words from penetrating the heart. Each time I try, I fail. And each time I fail it evokes anger. It appears that the barrier will not come down, so I’m faced with failure and an unresolved conflict.
Giving up, however, is not an option. I can press on or I can walk away for some perspective. I make these choices because I know that the words will come eventually. And when they do come, I will be glad I didn’t give up or give in. I will be glad that I pushed through the block and was able to communicate what was stirring inside me.
Writers must write–period.