For several months I have been trying to think and write. Probably a more accurate assessment of how things have been going for me would be to say that I have succumbed to sitting and staring. I have also been using the delete key more frequently than I have in the past. I have a lot to say and a lot of places to say those things. I discovered that all that information and stories are trying to come out at the same time, thus creating a block in the process.
I wouldn’t say that I have writer’s block, I have a lot to say, just that everything wants to be said right now, which creates a feeling of being overwhelmed and overstimulated. It is like standing in a room and having five or six people talk to you simultaneously, all with amazing stories. If you can imagine that, then you can see my problem.
I have been trying to do several things in my life at the same time as well. There is my attempt at getting my life coaching practice started. I have mentioned my plan to offer help to people who are working on transitions in their life. (Transitions like: starting a new job, starting college, empty nest, putting your life together after a divorce, basically anything transition that might be slowing you down.) There are many steps to starting a business, and I have found myself drowning in the minutiae of all the details.
I have also been writing stories, well actually romance book. The process of writing and rewriting, looking into self-publishing, and creating a finished product has overwhelmed my brain. Not to mention the book that I have been writing that is not a romance. I am doing so many things all at the same time.
I am in the process of putting everything into a priority list. What to do first and how to do put it into action. Writing this blog has fallen into the cracks of “There is no way I can think about writing anything right now.” This morning I decided that the only way I was going to get anything done was just to write. Writing about the struggle that I am trying to work through seemed like a good place to start.
Already I can feel a freeing of the words. Perhaps I haven’t lost them after all.