It’s not that I have writers block tonight, it that I am not sure where to start. There’s a thing that I am doing that is writing related, but which at the moment I don’t want to write about – perhaps in a couple of weeks, by which time, you might even pick up what it is I am doing.
It may be the case that today’s writings might be little more than a review of the week. There has been only one day when I have not been able to get out fora walk because of the weather.
Now here’s a thing – I’m thinking am I going write about the week, or write about writing? I’m thinking that I might do the latter. This was another thing that I was reluctant to do, but I don’t know why. I have been writing for years. I’ve reporters notebooks full of rubbish and a journal and a half of slightly more coherent notes. I’ve done a creative writing course. I kind of did, and didn’t enjoy it. I don’t want to write fiction, but I don’t know what I do want to write. There is one thing however that I know I don’t want to write about, so I shall simply stay away from it.
Now, when the lockdown is lifted, I might go back to the course but on the understanding that I write what I want, based on the exercises given. Will that work? I’m not sure.