I Cannot Write

I’ve struggled to write lately.  In all aspects of my writing (journaling, blogging, aspiring book) I’ve simply felt dry—nothing to give.  Over most of January and until today I’ve felt dried up.  I read one writer describe herself as dry toast, no butter, no jelly/jam, nothing, just dry.  This spoke to me.

I have wondered what was wrong with me.  Why did I have nothing to write about?  Why were the thoughts, which normally come to me as quickly as I can write, suddenly gone?  What was going on with my mind?  I began to worry.

Then I realized the issue:  I have been reading the same book, a dense business book, for a month.  I thoroughly have enjoyed this book but it was almost a textbook as it required deep concentration.  Less prominent were my normal popcorn thoughts and more linear were my leadership and organizational thoughts.  Not to mention the need for retention.

Normally I read two to three books per month which provides a steady stream of new ideas, challenges, and topics.  In short, I tend not to get too tale with that volume of intake.  However, when my input ground to a slower pace, so did my output.

I’m realizing that my mind needs frequent new information in order for me to be my best self.  So today, I begin a new reading!  I’ll be posting about this new book, The Circle Maker by Mark Batterson, soon.