I’m sure everyone gets those days. You know. When you can’t write anything, when nothing comes out right, when inspiration falls flat like a giant, baking-powderless cake. I start feeling like a failure. A bit like the cake. Cure? Go to bed. Tomorrow has to be better, right? Tomorrow something will turn up.
The second I turn off the computer, close the lid with that snap, dive under the covers and turn the light off – it’s all there. Everything. Those words I couldn’t find? They dance across my room in the darkness, clear as crystal. Those phrases, the character movements, the way to pitch the chapter? It’s all infuriatingly there.
Two options. Get up and turn the computer back on. Or pull out the old fashioned pen and paper and scribble down the all too clear inspiration—then go back to sleep.
I tugged out the pen and paper.
I still can’t figure it out though. It’s as if, when you resign yourself to the fact that there will be no great words tonight, no miraculously perfect pages of flowing prose, no ingenious chapters, and you give up—it comes. It doesn’t even hesitate. It’s just there.
The pen and paper make it sound a little strange, not the same as typing, but it’s still there, caught and ready to be pounded to paper in the morning. Ironic how it doesn’t come when you’re looking for it.
Maybe, it’s when you stop looking that the most brilliant ideas come. As if they were waiting for you after all.
Or maybe it could be worth it just to leave the laptop on.
FIVE MINUTES. STOP.