January is often set aside for the ubiquitous New Year’s resolution. I gave resolutions up for Lent. Or something. But looking a whole new calendar smack in the face is somehow compelling, right? It’s kind of like staring at a blank page, full of promise. Or something.
That got me to thinking.
Looking back over the past few months, I realized with a jolt – never a great way to “realize” anything, but sometimes it can’t be helped – that it’s been some time since I wrote anything new. Fresh. Original through and through.
Sure, I’ve published plenty. Articles. Essays. Ubiquitous blog posts. I even scored a couple of first place awards in some short story writing contests (shameless plug here, in case you missed it.) But much of that was simply updated, spiffed-up versions of prior work or refabricated (new word I just made up, not to be confused with “prefabricated”) musings as fresh as a carton of last week’s unrefrigerated milk.
How ‘Bout You?
So writer, here’s a question: how ’bout you? How long has it been since you wrote something 100% fresh, unique? Original. Not a revision. Or a tweak. Or an update. But something brand spanking new. Hot off the press.
What’s Holding You Back?
Can I ask you another question? If it’s been awhile since you wrote something fresh or new, how come? What’s holding you back?
For me, it’s often a matter of simple mathematics. As soon as I figure out how to cram 36 hours into a 24-hour day, I’ll be fine. No, really. I will. Scout’s honor.
Then there’s the omni-present matter of carving out a “peace and quiet” niche from each day, the space where I can mentally, spiritually and social hibernate like a bear in winter and think things through. (Creative geniuses will understand this. If you are not a creative genius, you are probably staring at a blank calendar page waiting for an epiphany. Let me know when it shows up.)
Anyway, this “peace and quiet niche” is a time and place where I can put two original thoughts together back-to-back without being interrupted every two minutes. Well, okay. Sometimes it’s five. But you know what I mean – and how hard it can be to carve it out and guard it from endless intrusions.
True confessions: Sometimes I just don’t feel like writing. This never lasts, BTW. I just threw it in to see if you’re paying attention,. Can you relate?
Sometimes the mere notion of sitting down and banging out something brilliant – and the time and effort involved – is a wee bit daunting, such that I head off to the fridge in search of that elusive last slice of raspberry white chocolate cheesecake. Or luscious tiramisu. Or something.
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Ready to tackle that blank page? I can’t wait to hear what you’re working on! Shoot me the title of your latest writing project or idea in the Comments section. And Happy New Year!