From poverty of speech to writer’s waterfalls
A few months ago I wrote on this blog that I was afraid of the moment — of that moment of intense anticipation, where I could choose to jump into the future or hold back, and wasn’t sure which was the right course of action. That moment caused me to stop writing for several months, and now I am faced with another moment.
Except.
This moment is different. Psychiatrists call it a “poverty of speech,” that earlier moment. Artists call it writer’s block. It was both, and neither, and I was left with nothing to say. This moment, I have so much to say that I am not sure where to start, so I hope that bodes well for this moment being a better moment than the last.
To put this in more down-to-earth terms: I am thinking about moving! I am thinking about changing jobs and countries and trying out something entirely new in my life! I am both excited and fearful to think about what this might hold for me, but I push on.
