Things have been quite busy here in J land. As you may or may not know from the book of Faces, two, count em, two offspring have entered our beloved household, and so sleep has been a distant memory. A term of seminary has drawn to a close, while another merely a week later has sprung up in it's place. And I've picked up a few extra preaching gigs around here at Westminster and some other churches, so I've been quite busy putting sermons together. Long story short, I've been crazy.
And so naturally, into that mix, I have been struck with writer's block. It seems to happen just about any time there is something on the line when it comes to writing, without fail. It isn't even so much writer's block as in I have nothing to say, but writer's block of the variety that says everything I write comes out sounding awful in my head. I have a vision for how I want my writing to sound, and no matter what order my fingers strike the keys I cannot make what is in my head appear on the screen. This is extremely frustrating.
Take for example the simple act of writing a Spire (our church newsletter) article. I have for the better part of the last hour been typing away here in our office, and have literally hated every word that has graced the screen. Every. Single. Word.
Creativity is an interesting phenomenon. Sometimes all it takes is a little spark to really get the juices flowing, and sometimes the spark doesn't seem to want to come. But we keep writing, those of us who have this strange and beautiful creative calling. We keep writing because we know eventually the fog will lift, the words will come, and the ideas will take shape. We keep a blog so that we can annoy the internet with our musings and our problems. And, when we're extremely lucky, we can talk some of our ideas out loud with the two new audience members in the house!