Battling Bloggers Block

 It seems the world is conspiring to rescue my blog from inertia. I’ve been trying to get back to posting regularly but nothing seems to be working. First I did a week-long Drabble Fest. I struggled to sit at the computer each day, posting my entries late into the night. Once the Fest was over I was back to square one.. Idealess, inspirationless.

Now I get a second chance…
Write Tribe asks us to list five ways to tackle bloggers block. If I don’t make use of this bit of introspection to help myself, I truly never will. So here goes…
The first thing I should be doing is 

Read read read

…blogs. I find reading other blogs often opens the floodgates of my creativity. Something somewhere sparks off an idea – an agreement, a disagreement an add on – And voila.. I’m off. Then there are times (like now) when reading doesn’t do it. So then I look for ..

Blogging prompts

Sites like Write Tribe throw up prompts which are a great way to begin that conversation with your blog. I often weave my current state of kind into the prompts. Not just is that a bonus but it also helps me open up my heart. And that’s how blog posts happen for me – from the heart. Less mind more heart!
If that doesn’t work either, I try a..

Free write

I often win my battle with the block by pushing myself to sit down with the sole purpose of writing. That in itself is a task – no browsing, no FB, no tinkering with the kids’ projects… just writing. It’s hard, often. However, once I make myself sit I simply write the day’s happenings. Mundane details like what I did, where I went, how I felt – a good meal, a nasty neighbour, a challenging day with the kids, a spot of good behaviour from them – anything can make for a post. Of course a bunch of such free writes never get to hit the publish button and languish in my drafts.  And that’s where I go scavenging when I’m at my wits end.

Going through my drafts

…and trying to rework them helps sometimes. Seen days or months later from a new perspective they throw up new insights. 
And my final astra against the bog block are

Listicles

.. articles written as lists. I try some easy ones…

5 reasons I love blogging
5 reasons I enjoy going to the gym
5 kinds of people I cannot stand
5 ways to handle cranky kids
And that normally does it for me.

Still stuck?

If my top five didn’t work for you, do check out Write Tribe for more bright idea from some of the most fabulous bloggers. Good luck!

The heart-throb

One look at him and the years melted. She was a teenager again. The smile that made her heart beat, eyes that looked into her soul, the look that made her feel beautiful. Two decades and nothing had changed! Her hands shook as she extended them.

‘May I have your autograph please,’ she asked shyly. 

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And with that we come to the end of the week-long Marathon Bloggers Drabble Fest. The topic for today’s 55er was ‘Her hands shook’.

Beginnings

She watched the busy birds as they flew to and fro building their nest. ‘They will have babies soon’, she mused. ‘And I never will,’ crept in the thought unwillingly. It was weeks since she’d lost her unborn child and the hope of ever having one. Days passed but she stayed in bed feeling drained. Drained of energy and emotion, she lay watching that nest, staring with unseeing eyes.
One morning she woke up to the lively ‘cheep cheep’ of tiny birds. And then suddenly it moved.. that lump in heart. ‘Let’s adopt a baby’, she said to her husband.

It’s Day 6 of the Marathon Bloggers Drabble Week and the topic for the 100 word drabble is Suddenly it moved..

The challenge

The prospect of the challenge excited her. She had dreamt about it for days and she was prepared. She would be pitted against vicious veterans, she knew that.  But then, she was no amateur herself. If they were the best, she was better. She sat, all senses heightened, sharpening her claws.

It was Sale season!

 It’s day 5 at the Marathon Bloggers Drabble Week and today’s topic was ‘Claws’

The dream

She had dreamt of this day for months, slogging away long hours towards its fulfilment. Delicate beads of sweat jumped up on her forehead. She held her breath till her face reddened and then in one determined sweep she pulled up the zipper of the sheer silver sheath. Finally, her sartorial dream had come true.

Written for the Marathon Bloggers Drabble week Challenge for the topic ‘Her face reddened’.