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CAPTURING THE VANISHED
On writing when there’s nothing to write
It’s Sunday morning and I’m getting ready to write and my mind, as well as my page, is blank. Yesterday was Shabbos, a day where no workday activity is done, and the one day of the week where the ideas come fast and furious. It is the day I have the most time to read, and that is a good place to garner ideas for writing. It is a day in which family time is standard fare and fodder for great and deep introspection, culling pops of random concepts and thoughts that seem to vanish completely as soon as the sun sets and the ability to use ink or electricity returns.
I’ve complained about it and struggled to figure it out. Frustrated, I attempted to come up with ideas on how to get through this issue. As with many struggles in life, I know it is incumbent upon me to drop the annoyance and replace it with positive and productive theories and make it work somehow, since going against my religious ideals is not an option.
I’ve tried keeping the articles or stories I read over the weekend and skimming through them to see if they would spark those same ideas as they had the first time I read them. That usually didn’t help, mostly because those same thoughts did not come back and if they did, those ideas did not feel good or important any longer.
