Every Saturday morning I wake up with the intention of writing. I walk downstairs, turn on the coffee and then go into the garage to let the dogs out into the backyard. Of course I give them morning loves. I set my coffee mug onto the receiving port, place in a pod, click shut and press brew. While the coffee is brewing I open blinds and crack open the windows, letting in the cool morning air.

I sit down on the couch, enjoying the silence as the house and everyone in it (except me) sleeps. I turn on my laptop, log in and read previous writings. My coffee is done so I add a drop of creamer and then sit back down and stare at the screen. I slowly sip the hot coffee while staring endlessly at the screen of my laptop.

I’m still staring.

Still staring.

Sipping coffee.

Still staring.

Nothing.

I find it interesting that when my world is quiet and I’m surrounded by silence I’m unable to write. Sure, when my world is chaotic and filled with noise I can allow myself to become inspired and I write. But…what is it that holds me back? Ultimately it’s myself. I’m afraid. Afraid of failure. But why? I’ve shared plenty of poems and smaller writings without any regard to whether or not they are accepted or even liked. But this larger story in my mind , which has been growing for close to six months now, I’m afraid of it.

Hopefully, soon, I’ll find the courage to start writing about Chayse Rever again.

What do you do to get yourself out of a writing funk? I’m eager to hear. Please comment below.

As always, thanks for reading, get out and create. Enjoy!