A couple of weeks ago, I had a spot of writers block.
In one of the few weeks that I had lots of time to write, nothing was coming out.
This was incredibly frustrating. Every evening after work, I’d turn on the computer; lock my front door; give my head permission to run wild – and come up with nothing. And, the longer I came up with nothing, the harder it became to access what I was thinking and to imagine ever having anything to write.
It took me a week of staring at a blank screen to realise why I kept coming up with nothing. In the pursuit of thinking about something to write, I had pressed pause on the thing that normally gets me going –
In this instance, removing the context definitely didn’t help.
I approached recovery in a similar way; and, unfortunately, it took a bit longer for the penny to drop.