I had an unexpected attack of writer’s block today. Caught me quite unaware. I sat and tried to magic up a headline and squeeze a few words out anyway, but I was completely stuck. There was a moment of thinking that I was letting myself and my regular Friday readers down by not posting at midday UK time, but I had to let my concern go. Despite myself, I just wasn’t going to be able to do it.
Off I went and made lunch in the hope that some sustenance would re-energise me. Nothing.
Finally, I sent a tweet out:
All of a sudden I got a little flurry of tweets back. DMs with some fun and dynamic headline suggestions. A useful book to read. Some tips to help. And some @messages sharing the fun and adding some different ideas to the mix. Here’s just a few:
Suddenly I was transported to another place. Somewhere that was inviting and warm, where I was no longer stuck by myself trying to make words flow. In fact, I wasn’t even worrying about it, because I was too busy enjoying hanging out.
I didn’t write the post I imagined I would, but I sure as hell had fun putting this together.
So, guys, I wanted instead to share a little love by just capturing the story.
I’ll write again Monday, or whenever the muse gets her bum off the beach. She’s pretty happy there at the moment so it’d be a shame to disturb her.
In the meantime, have a wonderful weekend!