That's right, the dreaded writer's block.
Last fall, feeling burned out and drained after self-publishing a three-book series in six months, I decided to take a mini-sabbatical from writing to weed and landscape my backyard sanctuary.
Don't ever do this. I'm having a difficult time getting the words to flow from my fingertips again.
I've just finished reading Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand, and like the raft the three plane-crash survivors float across the ocean in, I've hit the doldrums with my writing. Suddenly, I have dozens of ideas vying for attention in my head, but the words simply won't come. Floundering, I've been searching for something different to light my fire.
...Something new. Anything new and different that might reopen the pathway to my clogged brain and let an onshore breeze sweep away my cobwebs.
In the past I've done my best plotting while pulling weeds, but now my desire to keep on gardening now far outweighs the urge to write, and the recent winter rain in Southern California has my weeds knee-high again.
I joined a Book Club at the local library and have read a number of good books I otherwise would not have read, but my words still refuse to flow.
Today I'm going to write a Valentine's Day blog. Wish me luck.