When the words won’t come

I was all written out on Sunday – a burst of creativity left me writing on thistles and spikes, publishing my piece on ‘realising the power of our words’ at Joyful Jubilant Learning, and then conjuring up a (slightly different, for me anyway) post comparing that writing experience with the process of making plum chutney.

Monday morning and I couldn’t write a word.  Couldn’t face it, in fact I could hardly face looking at the PC.  By the evening time I was able to ‘plug in’ again, but I still couldn’t write.  I had a whole list of possible posts written down and some of them 90% drafted.  But I just couldn’t make myself write.

And, to be honest, I didn’t want to.  Didn’t want to force myself to do something that I enjoy, that’s a pleasure.  Didn’t want to write something here because I felt I ‘should’.  I knew that would change the way I felt about my words.  Knew it would change the impact on you, reading them.

So I filled my scheduled writing time with other things instead, like:

  • Doodling ideas for new business products in Princes Street Gardens, in glorious near-burning September sunshine
  • Reading other people’s writing, including the entries to the What Have I Learned from Change project
  • Talking to a good friend about all things coaching – and the bits that go with it: marketing, branding, promoting, networking, communicating; sharing experiences on the bits we struggle with, the bits we avoid, the bits we enjoy, the bits we love with a passion
  • Mingling – no, not at a party :-) but around the blogosphere.  Commenting is such a great way of keeping the conversation going, even when you’ve no words left to start your own

That’s how I handled Monday’s mood.  I’m sure there are other things I could have tried too.  What do you do when the words won’t come?