Today was supposed to be a writing day but it went off course. Life happened. There was worry and upset and other things to do. So I didn’t write. I tried. But there was noise and there were distractions and nothing was right.
Perhaps I should have stopped trying. Instead I tried different things: reading for Changing tackinspiration (more distraction); making a cake (creative, perhaps, and tasty, but more distraction); giving in to the more pressing needs of the day (necessary, but the writing still niggled).
Nothing was right. Neither the writing nor the not-writing nor the sitting-in-front-of-the-screen-sort-of-writing.
Then at the end of the day I picked up a pen and write this post. It’s not what I intended to write today, but it’s an achievement. And I’ve learnt something (or re-learnt it – why do we have to learn things so many times?): changing the writing medium, or the subject, or both, can help. Somehow a blank page seems kinder to me than a blank screen, and a blog post less accusing than a chapter.