Not In the FlowPosted: September 17, 2009
When it comes to paddling on a river, I can make my arms work, I can make myself move through the flow, I can get to the take out point. When it comes to words and sentences, I am out of the flow, sitting on the bank, looking at a white screen that has the potential for paragraphs and pages. There’s a “strainer” somewhere in my mind, keeping me from moving forward. A strainer is a downed tree, a beaver dam, some huge object in a river that clogs the pipeline. It’s a dangerous thing for a kayaker, to be avoided, as the water pressure through a strainer can be intense, trapping boats and paddlers, while the water flows fast through it. Somewhere in my brain there’s a strainer, and its grid of twigs and branches has trapped my creative attempts to lay out words across the page, to tell a story, to even think, design, and craft words and sentences.
I feel as though I’ve lost my boat. I wish to find a way around this dam of debris that holds me back.