“Do you ever get writer’s block?”
People ask Mom that question a lot. Writer’s block means a writer is stuck and can’t write.
Mom doesn’t get writer’s block. When one of her stories gets stuck, she works on a different story, just so she can keep writing. Or she goes to the bookstore and reads a bunch of books.
Or she helps a writing group friend fix up one of their stories. Or she writes a poem. Or she fixes one of her own stories. When it’s writing time, it’s writing time. No stuckness allowed.
Sometimes, though, writing time just doesn’t come. At this time of year, there’s lots to do, so writing time can get lost in the busy-ness of shopping, wrapping, lunch with friends, photo shoots, and decorating. She’s not stuck, she’s living her life. That’s where stories come from, after all. And busy-ness doesn’t last forever.
Sometimes, I get stuck. Whenever I pass by the soccer field near my house, I can’t resist sticking my tiny head through the net. I do it every time we get close enough. I know Mom will get me out. Eventually.
When Mom wants to make the bed each morning, I stay stuck right in the middle. I know Mom will chase me out.
I know Mom will give me treats for being a good girl.
I don’t let the stuckness bother me. Stuckness happens, but it doesn’t last forever. Somebody always comes.