Thursday, July 29, 2010


I am in dire need of some illumination. A muse.

In other words, I have the tingling in my fingers that means that I want nothing else but to write. And yet I don't know what to write about. It seems as if all my thoughts are dried up. I haven't written anything long on here in ages. I looked over my last essay to see if I could fix some of the things I needed to on it, and yet even that--where I know what I need to write and what I need to fix . . . it just wasn't coming. I hate this feeling--where I want nothing else but to write, and yet I have writer's block. It's not like I have the itch and the words flow and I know exactly what I want to write and what I need to write. And it's not like I just have nothing to write about and am fine with that. This is the awkward stage where I want nothing else but to write but am stuck.


But besides all that, my life is quite wonderful. It's been a good week.

1 comment:

Michele said...

Just hang in there Rachel and keep writing. Sometimes, you just have to focus on the little things, like writing about who made dinner and how it was, or a funny thing a roommate said, or how you feel when a friend marries-- it's difficult to keep it up, but just don't stress and keep going-- you're wonderful!