Some people experience writer’s block because they don’t – or think they don’t – have any ideas. Other people experience it when they have too many ideas. I’ve experienced both aspects of writer’s block (even though I don’t believe in writer’s block), but my latest block has nothing to do with having too many or too few ideas.
My “block” has to do with the fact that I’ve lost my writing rhythm. I liked my rhythm. It worked for me. Unfortunately, life has a way of intruding. New jobs are found. People have to move to new locations for said jobs. Suddenly, the rhythm they once had is interrupted. It becomes disjointed, dissonant.
I feel that way about my current writing rhythm. It’s choppy. If it were to be played on the piano, it would sound like my early piano-playing days: plunk, plunk, plunk. How my mother loved and hated to hear me play during those days. Loved because she knew the plunking eventually would turn into playing. Hated because she had to hear the same notes over and over and over again for weeks on end.
Finding a new writing rhythm is going to work in a similar manner. I’m going to have to plunk my way through the next few weeks until I find a new rhythm. Until then, I’ll have to endure the plunking and remember that it eventually will turn into playing.