My journey has been filled with pauses. Some are mere moments, some much longer. Some voluntary, some … not so much.
But I’ve realised that my writing needs a hiatus every now and then.
It’s not writer’s block, as such, more like a chronic weariness of the brain, where imagination bottoms out and I need a fuel up.
Hence the hiatus.
I also think of these as brewing times. Times when, even if I’m not consciously pursuing a line of thought, possibilities are bubbling under the surface. I can’t see them yet, let alone verbalise them. But I need to let my mind wander, remember how to daydream, allow space and time for inspiration.
In a time of true hiatus, I don’t even look for ideas. I just let my writing mind relax.
I’m not searching for treasure, but in those moments of pause, I wander down unexplored pathways, almost unintentionally.
And then I suddenly find I have stumbled across…
Ah. There’s a J coming. Will save that for later!