Ever notice how blogging can be like whistling in the wind? Swirling around in a raging storm? Just about the time you think you have a handle on your topic or audience, a huge cloudburst of doubt or writer’s block rolls in. Soaks you to the skin. And you’re not sure which end is up.
LOTS of It
That’s kind of what rural life on the Olympic Peninsula is like. Yep, it’s green. Outdoor opportunities abound. But the lush landscape, soaring evergreens, and feral beauty of western Washington come with a price: Rain. Lots of it.
In fact, in the largest temperate rain forest in the world, we measure rain in feet, not inches. Locals joke that the four seasons are:
- Almost Raining
- Just Finished Raining
Only tourists argue with that. Because by this time of year we’re starting to feel like Noah. Sunshine seems like a distant memory.
What’s a blogger and writer to do besides sprout gills and webbed feet, especially when hitting a writer’s block wall? Well, I dive in to an old favorite: Under the Tuscan Sun.
Under the Tuscan Sun seems incongruous. But a favorite is a favorite, regardless of weather:
- Two hundred and eighty pages redolent with France Mayes’ delicious descriptions of her restoration of an abandoned villa in the spectacular Tuscan countryside.
- Incandescent, the text drips with the beauty and simplicity of life in Italy.
Because Under the Tuscan Sun is the kind of tome you tuck into a summer picnic basket. Or wrap yourself around during one of the wettest PNW winters on record.
Meanwhile, Back on the Peninsula
Diving into Tuscan Sun, I’m soon adrift in a sea of Italian terra cotta, palazzi, gelato, and padrones. Sun-soaked vineyards and Chianti.
What’s The Hurry?
I envy Frances Mayes and her villa’s fireplace, large enough to sit in. “I think most Italians have a longer sense of time than we do,” she writes. “What’s the hurry? Once up, a building will stand a long, long time, perhaps a thousand years. Two weeks, two months, big deal.”
A severe storm? Two hours, two days, two weeks, big deal.
I can’t quite wrap my head around that.
The wind howls like a banshee. Frogg-Toggged, I take Kimber the pup out, snatching a few minutes from the elements. Frances and Ed Mayes try to decide on what to renovate/upgrade first – the leaky roof or central heating.
By nightfall passing cars have switched their windshield wipers off. Somber prognostications of Stormaggedon seem far-fetched. Even if the wind is tossing buckets of rain from gray-cement skies.
Kick Writer’s Block to the Curb
Does your keyboard ever look like gray-cement? Is dredging up new blogging inspiration like trying to recover the Titanic?
When this happens – and it always does, sooner or later – take a blogging vacation. If you can’t swing a change in scenery physically, take a mental vacation. Stop trying so hard. Take a break from writing and disconnect:
- Go for a walk
- Play with your kids.
- Eat a banana split
- Take up line-dancing, a watercolor class, or wood carving.
- Find a new author
- Make a new friend
- Change the oil in your car. Quit stressing about your next blog post or series. There’s something therapeutic and bracing about shifting gears, trying something novel, exploring new territory
- Whatever it takes to replenish the well.
Rest to Recharge
A “rested” mind is a more creative mind. Some of my best ideas and creative bursts arrive after I’ve turned off the computer and gone “on vacation.”
How long should your writing vacation last? That’s up to you. But running on fumes isn’t doing you or your readers any favors. When you start feeling like writing is fun rather than a chore, or something to check off your To Do List, you’re on the right track.
Suddenly it’s Monday. The storm has passed, subsiding to a soggy threat.
Kimber chomps her breakfast. The Etruscan wall necklacing Frances’ villa is rebuilt. The weed-choked cistern cleaned. The roof fixed. Aging interior polished to its former patina and newly planted herb gardens blooming, Frances’ restored villa gleams in the Tuscan sun.
Blue and gray, overhead skies here clash like troops at Gettysburg. But the worst, it seems, is over. The sun is elbowing flannel-gray clouds out of the way. Wait! Is that a patch of blue?
Well. I’ll be ‘et fer a tater if I don’t sense some writing inspiration on this rise…
How do to kick writer’s block to the curb?