It’s a funny thing..

It’s a funny thing when given time.

I recently finished a long stretch of work – and for me and the career I’ve chosen, I count the blessings that come with that, believe me.  Every weekend when I was  prepping scripts we were due to shoot, all I could think was, “I wish I could be writing.”  It seemed like whenever I had the most on my plate, on my 7th 12 hour day, my brain was screaming at me with story plot points, tidbits of conversations begging to be put down onto paper.  I drove me NUTS that I literally didn’t have time to write.

Now I do.

Again today I went out armed with pen, paper, iPad, and my wee recipe box filled with ‘cups’ of ideas.  All of them have potential to be developed.  All of them could be fun to write… and I couldn’t find a thread to grasp onto with any I tried.  Oh I tried.

I came home frustrated and cleaned the kitchen hoping that I could clear my brain and start fresh.  Nothing.  I organized and packed all my summer clothes away, then tried to write.  Nada.  I went online to research something that had sparked a story idea many moons ago.  While it was fun scouring Google, trying to find this item with very little to go on, I still found my creative font was empty…

So what gives?  I’ve got the time and I’ve got the motivation.  Why are words failing me now?

Despite the frustration of the day, I’ll spend time tomorrow writing something.  It might just be a journal entry.  It might be a letter.  Hell, it might be some really bad writing – but despite every block my brain puts in my way, tomorrow I will write.