After a night of snow, I was eager to get out with Sophie, our dog, before anyone had shoveled. And since it was 7am on a Sunday morning, we were in luck. At first I just savored the unblemished freshness of it all, but as we tromped down the unshoveled sidewalks I noticed, with growing joy, the companionable paw and boot prints that followed us.
As writers we, too, can appreciate the pristine beauty of untouched snow. And hopefully, at some point, we’ve all enjoyed the magic of leaving footprints on snow. Why then, is it so hard to feel the same way about the beautiful potential of a blank page? Why, instead, are we so often beset by that dreaded condition known as writer’s block? Instead of appreciating this moment of embarking on a fresh new creative journey, we fret. What will we write about, we ask ourselves. How will we start? Will we ever fill the page? Will it be good enough to share with anyone? What if it stinks?
As those snow tracks remind me, the answer is: Stop worrying about all that nonsense! Just jump in! Leap, prance, trod, make circles in the snow. Don’t worry about where the prints are going or if they are perfect. Just enjoy putting your writerly marks on that pristine page!
For me, this leaping and prancing sometimes takes the form of lists. Other times, it takes the form of free writing – where I just trot ahead, like Sophie, only with a pen, writing down everything as it comes, not pausing, or erasing, or worrying about where I am going. Evaluating which ideas I will choose to pursue will come later. For now, like our boot and paw prints, my goal is just to play with words and ideas so that the blank, snow-covered surface of my page is filled with the joyful leaps and prances of words and ideas unencumbered by worry and self-editing.
Do you have a blank page that you need to tackle? Well, first savor that pristine white surface and then jump in! Happy paw-printing, er writing, all!
10 thoughts on “PAW PRINTS in the SNOW: Stomping out Writer’s Block”
Great post! Just as long as those footprints keep moving (Mom says forward, but I am on board for a deranged zig-zag approach) all is well as a writer! 🙂
Love and licks,
You got that right, Cupcake! =)
“Crunch, crunch, crunch, his feet sank into the snow. He walked with his toes pointing out, like this.
He walked with his toes pointing in, like that.
Then he dragged his feet s-l-o-w-l-y to make tracks.”
THE SNOWY DAY – Ezra Jack Keats, 1962
Love your post Laura – couldn’t agree more!
I’m going upstairs right now to reread my childhood copy of THE SNOWY DAY. Thanks for making that connection. Happy snow-track making to you, Cathy. (And I know you have A LOT of snow up there in your neck of the woods.
Great post, Laura! This is something I am working on, to just let the words flow and not worry about it. I find it difficult to keep the pen moving, but I’m getting better. 🙂
How is little Sophie doing? How old is she now?
So happy that you stopped by. Sophie is five now but as frisky as ever. And I know what you mean by having to work to keep the pen moving. It’s something I have to be intentional about as well.
Hey, Laura, and wow on Sophie! How quickly time flies. Our dog Haley will be turning 7 in June. 🙂
Yes! Yes! I’m feeling exactly the same way.
Very similar to how I have been feeling about snow. I AM SO TIRED OF SNOW that I can’t even enjoy how pretty the snow looks falling right now:)
Thank you for your inspiration.
Happy to inspire – especially on a wintry day like today. =)