I think I finally understand what writer’s block is. Last night I spent a solid ten minutes staring into my bookcase, trying to decide what to read. I’m sick of writing, I thought to myself. I’ll puke if I read another book about writing. I picked up a copy of how to identify trees in Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I scanned books about deaf culture, earth religions and a walking tour of Boston. But I didn’t want to read any of it.
I called my mom to tell her that I don’t feel like I’m living in the present. Writing centers me in the past, and pitching to magazines propels a writer into an uncertain future. Sure, rejections are one thing, and no response is even worse, but what happens when an editor actually replies? I have to try to get back to them quickly, be pleasant and professional, and offer a realistic timeframe of when I can get the piece over to them—because a pitch isn’t a finished piece, it’s just an idea put into words.
This week has been particularly tough. I won’t ever stop writing, but it might be time for a break. Can my readers offer me any suggestions for part time gigs that might be interesting, or at least wildly educational? What job would you do if given the time and choice? Maybe it’s a dream job or just a job to socialize or learn something new. Whatever it is, let us know in the comments below.