Why is it that sometimes you think that you have a great idea, a thought for a post that couldn’t be better, but when you sit down to try to put the words on the page, it just doesn’t feel the same? I know that everyone feels that sometimes. I wouldn’t so much call it writer’s block as much as it is just the possible lack of flesh on the original concept. I don’t even actually remember what it was that I had thought was such a good idea to write about, but as soon as I opened the page to start writing it just didn’t seem as worthwhile anymore.
Sometimes there are ideas that really just flow from the brain through the fingers and onto the page. Other times they seem to need a little coaxing. Every now and then they don’t really want to come at all. It is strange though, that many of the times that words just flow is when you least intend for that to happen. It is like getting in the zone, you have to see where things take you.
Inspiration can certainly come in many forms and at any time. I am sure that when I take the time to actually put pen to paper this summer and write some real letters to people, words will come. I do think though, that there is something magical about real mail that you don’t get from email, IM’s or blogs. I also think that there is something about the physicality of actually writing (which I think is becoming a dying art) that makes it very conducive for creative juices to get going.
I suppose the other thing that I could take into account is the fact that I am up way past my bedtime and the past days have been very long. The days will only get longer though as the summer progresses. It seems that all the good ideas come lat at night though. Not the best combination of events when you spend a summer at camp. Could be a lot worse though. When you think about it, how many people do you know who will write something about not writing something and actually make it a post you can ponder?
In the end, what does it boil down to? Could be a post on nothing….