There are times in our lives when things don’t work the way we think they should. Since early in 2009 I started writing comedic monologues. It just started to flow out of me. I had noticed prior to this that I had a knack for writing letters. I would respond to a newspaper story that got up my nose and I felt I needed to address the authors view with my own perspective. Or I had a presentation of some sort to make that required a letter to introduce the ideas. Well I just did it well, I don’t really know why because it wasn’t something I grew up with. Or maybe I did but just never realised I could write.
So I’m on my merry way; writing comedy is what I like to write and it’s what I like to live as well. I always think of the lighter side of just about every situation I’m in. That takes some self control because when you constantly find the funny in things, it can be dangerous. Because even though funny can be found it isn’t always appropriate. Anyway all of a sudden I’m not writing anymore. At least I haven’t been for about 5 or 6 months. You see my brother in-law died. He was very close to my wife and I have just kind of put the keyboard aside for a while. It’s like, I still see funny stuff but I have this sense that writing or performing comedy is somehow inappropriate for me right now.
So I thought I’d take the time to write about not writing, or dry spells. I’m sure I’m not alone as a writer to experience this. What I think I have to offer is hope. I have this hope/faith in myself now as a writer; I know I can do it. I recognise ideas are not hitting the pages right now but they are merely harnessed for a time. I’ll write again I know this for sure. And if you’re in neutral, as a writer, don’t lose heart or get frustrated with it. Whether it’s an event like my brother in-laws death or you’re just in a season of rest, be encouraged. It may take time but your gift hasn’t gone there are seasons for all things and rest is a good thing.