haha..YOU are something Adam you know that..;))) love the idea..but yeah..writer blocks were never my game, but i do enjoy the reading part most..within the lines of poetry, i find myself here and there, collecting some of the missing beats in me..:) SUPER one stop
I totally know how that feels.When I’m having one I try not to think about it at all.Music I guess is always my saviour.And good pics.I look at pictures to inspire me.Sometimes pictures tells more than words can ever do!
So many times I get in that panic mode of what will I ever write about. Usually going outside and doing chores or hanging out in the pasture gives me some inspiration! That would be my version of a walk. I love your answer to writer’s block!
You need break from words… and yes I agree… walking does help a lot… for me what really works is I walk to a peaceful place like a temple nearby and chant mantra “Om Namah Shivaya” get on with my meditation… which renews me… Sea beach, Rains, a walk in the woods and watching sunrise are other beautiful triggers..
I do not meditate often enough, and resolve to make a continual conscious effort to change that aspect of my lifestyle. Your comment, Shashi, makes me want to go hiking. Think I will do that. Good advice. Thank you, Sir
Hi Wysteria. That could be a good prompt. I don’t mind if people want to take a crack at the pic…. I went through a very long period of writer’s block a while back—one of the roughest periods of my life. Understand that starting over feeling.
FYI, Chris G. and I have been working on refining One Stop’s Sunday Photography feature (One Shoot). We’ve already secured some outstanding guests, and plan posting stunning picture prompts each week to further celebrate the art of photography, as well as our poetic perceptions of that form.
I hath no idea how I landed here but I hath certainly enjoyed browsing thy art and indeed thy Space, I trust that thou wilt be enjoying a very dark and exciting evening, opposed to waiting to see what happens as thou step beyond the block and out of the void…
There are no boundaries when fluently writing, thy pen pressed to paper eagerly transposing from one scenario to the next, scrawling the words as thou energies surge upon the once blank sheet of paper, engulfing the moment with an array of interesting pieces of the puzzle, indeed a snapshot of the finished article imprinted into thy psyche and once pushed to completion then the journey continues as thy reader base delves deeply into thy waking mindset, forging a path into thy legend, a chronicle of speculative for instances to enhance the moment and to captivate, in readiness for thy next chapter, so much so is the art of writing and the writer, an artist in his own realm of brilliance…
I miss reading you / listening to you read every Sunday, Adam. I do appreciate, however, that every writer needs the hiatus to reaffirm the purpose behind writing. I do hope to see you posting again in the near future.
I echo Kerry. You are much missed. The block can be bad, but there’s always something to say, even if you just say it to yourself or write down a dream. Write something every day, is my motto, when this happens, even if it’s total drek, and just keep the synapses in the habit of wrestling with words. But everyone has their own way of dealing. Thoughts are with you my friend.
Hey Adam SOo pleased to see you ~ bet that walk cleared the block
but hang on Leslie spotted that file under your arm ~ bundles of brilliance I’ll be bound ~ don’t forget to add me to your blogroll don’t want to miss a thread ~ hgs you ~ Lib xxx
Thanks Everybody. I’ll probably post sometime soon; not really sure when. There have been changes to just about all major aspects of my life since summer began. Overall, I’m in a much better place now. Writing tons—sloppily, though feeling as if almost back and perhaps on a better track mentally. The time away has been good for me. Almost there.
@ bmiller “You talking to me?” (said in best De Niro voice) lol
And about this picture… that’s me walking away from my old writing spot. Was sad to leave. I’m grateful to be back in Michigan.