Um hai. I hit the wall on writing, or a switch flipped... or something. When I started the other "A Piece A Week" blog, writing became immediately overwhelming. The feeling was building for a while; back in June I was asked by a blogger I admire to become a guest contributor. I accepted, and promptly froze right up. All thought left my wee brain. I feel terrible about it.
Weird thing is, this switch-flipping has happened to me before. I sewed clothes and quilts for nearly 30 years. But after I made my wedding dress, I stopped. That wedding dress broke me. I suddenly realized I hated sewing, always had. When I stopped sewing, a huge weight lifted off me. Switch, off.
Ever since I've been making an effort to write, I realize there are dozens of things I'd rather be doing. I'd rather be knitting, or painting, or gardening, or cooking, or reading, or getting a root canal- really, anything but writing. Writing has become the bad kind of work. And just like sewing, I'm not that good at it and I don't enjoy it. If either of those things were the opposite, I'd be pursuing it with fervor. Though I'm neither a great painter or knitter, I like the process of both. As for the process of writing- gee whiz no.
I hope basic blogging is different, mainly because I've found a little community online that I value. But I doubt I'll be writing much more than a diary and the occasional Toastmaster's speech. I might feel differently after the last mad rush of the gardening season is over. Then again, I might not. I miss knitting, and I've been getting the urge to paint again. Hmm.
(Also: Never mind that I've been putting up pickles galore every single weekend. Pickles, all kinds- jardiniere, eggplant, baby zucchini, peppers. We're crazy with pickles and there's more to come. I have to say, I really love pickling. It's a lot of work, but oh, the results. Apparently I have a latent pickling gift I didn't know of. Pickle season ends soon, and I'll be blogging more after the vegetable onslaught.)