The only thing in my house that is pristine

One week.  That’s all my son has left at camp. One week.

This happens every year. I have visions of all of the things I’ll get done while he’s gone, yet accomplish only a fraction of them.  The five-day power outage and the resulting clean-up didn’t help matters. It’s a convenient excuse.

I’d say I’m not sure where the time went, but I’m pretty sure I spent a lot of it in front of a blank screen saying crap, crap, crap, crap, with a mind as clean as the text box in front of me. This spell of writer’s block does remind me of how important it is to get out in the world. The image of the hermit writer may be a common stereotype, but without input and observation, my mind goes blank.  After hours of practice, music cataloging, and various long-ignored household chores, I’m totally prepared to write about nothing of any interest to anyone.

I had yet another “I hate camp” text session with my son, and I asked him if we could talk about something else because he was getting repetitive. He accused me of using him for content. I told him that’s what writers do.  He also told me he showers once a week. I find that both frightening and more than a little disgusting. Which reminds me that I said I’d scour his bathroom with disinfectant.  Maybe I should wait until he gets back.

I found a box of old journals. I thought perhaps they’d provide some inspiration. After skimming them, I conclude that I whine a lot. My writing is also very messy.  The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I got out of the house. I went shopping. I saw a movie. My great insights? Shopping malls and restaurants set their air conditioning too cold, and Magic Mike is a very, very bad movie, but Channing Tatum has a really nice booty. I also got some very nice shoes at clearance prices.

And here I am, staring at the blank screen again, but with one sweep of the hand, I’m feeling at least a little better.  I still have nothing to write about but finally caught the effin’ fruit fly.

How do you get past writer’s block? Share!

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6 comments on “The only thing in my house that is pristine

  1. Donna Mastran says:

    I have list of ‘to dos” when David is out of town! And when he returns I flagellate myself because maybe only one thing gets down:-( Oh well! Rather have lunch and dinners with friends, workout, shop even if I do get the guilts!

  2. TheOthers1 says:

    I like to do writing prompts. Picture or word prompts both. I’ve gotten more than one novel idea doing that.

  3. danadampier says:

    I have the same good intentions of getting a crap load of stuff done when my boys are not here and I too never, ever get any of it done. I’ve come to look at it as a vacation and do what I can.

  4. boltoncarley says:

    oh, we are a procrastinating lot, aren’t we? lol. i have the same good intentions that paved my road to misery. i have maybe 3 to 4 weeks before i have to be back at work and i’m only 1/3 of the way through writing this summer’s book and notice i’m writing to you instead of doing it. 🙂 but worth it. we understand ya.

  5. Gail Kushner says:

    When my girls were away for a week or two each summer, I used to paint so that I would have things to sell at the fall crafts fairs. I could paint up a storm, not need to put my work away at the end of the day, and mess up the whole house with drying, painted glass in every room. What fun that was!

  6. Having a block of time to myself is one of the most magical things in the world. The million things on my mental to-do list completely disappear with the arrival of my own time. What do I get done? Not much, because suddenly there seems to be so little to do.

    Naturally, I remember it all once my quiet time is over.

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