Nothing To Say

As soon as I wrote my post last Thursday celebrating the anniversary of my blog and stating, with great conviction, that I would keep on writing, darn it, I found myself with nothing to say. Seriously. I sat down on Sunday to write my normally scheduled blog post, and my mind was a complete blank. Crickets were chirping in there. So I started moving furniture around in my living room instead.

I didn’t get any writing done, but the room looks mahvelous.

That’s the way it always goes for me. It’s one reason I don’t like to talk about works in progress, or, basically, my state of progress on anything. It’s almost a phobia. It seems like if I talk or write about something before it’s finished, there’s a part of me thinking it’s already complete. Then I lose impetus to keep working on the thing because I’ve already talked it all out.

The words themselves have a reality, and I can forget that the reality of the words do not necessarily translate into reality in other, more earthly, forms. If I talk about my book as if it’s complete, I feel that it is already finished and I don’t want to work on it anymore. I talk about writing a blog and – presto! The blog magically writes itself.

But, of course, this isn’t true. I can talk about my book as if it were finished until the cows come home, but the book is not really finished. I can talk about writing a blog for another year, but the fact is that I haven’t written a blog for another year. I can say whatever I want to about anything, I can make you believe that it is true. I can believe it’s true too. But it is not true and it is not finished unless I get off my duff and actually finish it.

Some people talk about what they’re working on all the time. A part of me is jealous – they seem to be so much more productive than I am (and they probably are more productive). But I also wonder if they are actually working on those things, or if they’re just talking about them.

On the other hand, maybe if I write a blog about having nothing to say, I’ll think that I’m finished with having nothing to say and then I’ll always have lots to say.

Hmmmm.

 

Comments

  1. OH there you are!! I got an email that said you had nothing to say, then when I tried to get here your site was gone. Poof in to thin air! I thought “oh no she had so much nothing to say she deleted her blog!” So then I tried getting here through the main domain name and still nothing! I was in panic mode! I love your conversations with blog-sphere! BIG Sigh of relief shewwwwwww! There is Betsy. Ok you can carry on with talking about nothing to say 🙂

    Your very panicked reader 🙂

  2. I so understand……. And have made the mistake of talking it into nothingness.

    But know this — even your nothingness is good and fun! 😉

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