Writers Block

I have a massive case of writers block.  So I'm doing the only thing I think I should do and that is to write about it.  I don't really think my lack of words or encouragment needs an explanation, but somehow I feel like I'm neglecting a responbilitiy of sorts.  

We are all responsibe for our words.  But are we responsible for our lack of words?  I think so.  Sometimes our silence speaks just as loudly as a voice raised.  And so I'm trying to figure out what the silence in my head communicates.  And whether or not that really matters.

I never set out to write as a job.  I suppose the 2010 version of myself fancied that I might become a food blogger as I shared recipes and funny anecdotes about my growing family.  But family took precedent and technology seemed to develop at a pace at which I just couldn't match.  Photos and videos and HTML  And slowly my lack of ability to "share" my words has left me with no words to share.

The writing world is like a teeter totter.  Onone end you have all of your fellow writers cheering you on.  Giving you advice about how to get a book deal and commenting on your social media posts to help you broaden your audience.  On the other side you have the same experts telling you that unless you have a follower base with four zeros behind it you'll never get published anyway.

But is being published even a goal to pursue?

Sometimes God asks us to do things in quiet spaces.  And so after months of trying to figure out different web hosts and domain names I've restarted back here.  Theres nothing fancy about this space other than my cover photo.  It's true venetian olives, taken outside of Castle Soave in Veneto.

It's home.  And I think maybe I left a lot of my words there.

Olives are one of my favorite foods.  Green, black, purple.  They are a bit of an odd choice for a favorite and I think it fits me well.  I'm unconventionally conventional.  Flucuating betwen a desire for a normal life and a thirst for adventure. It's left me feeling a little bit out out balance.  And if I allow myself, a tendency to think I'm alone.

Can I remind you that you aren't?  Because when I'm super logical I am reminded of God's great love for me over and over.  I can't depend upon my emotions to determine the facts.  And the fact is, He has promised to never leave or forsake me.  So my words may have taken a vacation, but He hasn't.

Grateful today that I am not alone.