What to DO about Block?

First of all, I owe you several articles. I KNOW THAT. Second of all, my right eye is better but I am dealing with some issues to the writing is slow right about now. Just to keep you on alert, I go back to the doctor next week and then the week after and have to deal with some cataracts. I don’t look for it to slow me down, MUCH….I am even now, with this going on, working on the SUMMER NOVEl, which is titled: White Bird and Gold…and which I will guarantee you, dear hearts, you are going to love….a small group of women gather on an ISLAND and yes, it’s BIG DADDY ISLAND on the coast of Georgia…for…..wait for it…wait for it….

And then there is something called BLOCK….

Now WHAT in the WORLD do I, Peggy Mercer, do when Writer’s BLOCK hits…..”I don’t know but I’ll ask her,” said the head tomato…because everyone who knows anything at all, knows that Miss Peggy loves her #ROSES and after hibernating all winter….those precious ROSES call her to awaken and come outside, dig, push, peel and prune and that is what I have been doing.

Some people call this Writer’s Block…when a writer goes for days without writing. I don’t call it that. I call it stopping to smell the #ROSES…and or taking some me time. I’m still gelling the ideas, don’t think I am EVER away from the writing…I’m just going at it different.

^{You must write some just about every day, if you have a deadline. Which I always do have a deadline. I never have block although I go for periods of time when I lose my energy. I lose my excitement for a chapter or a book I am working on. Not very often but stink does happen….so…what do I do.}

I drift away, or go sit on my dock and waste time.

I waste time by reading ^#POETRY.

There I admitted it, I read poetry but not just any.

I read Tolstoy which is poetry to me, Faulkner, the best books every written…but mainly I read #POETRY….I read books that are 200 years old. I weep. I rejoice, I am broken and fixed through these readings. I get up and secret these books away into that precious Mahogany cabinet which belonged to my mother, and I wipe my eyes and go back to the computer and I am renewed.

I don’t know what you writers are going to do, as for me and my writing,

Poetry does the trick, said the head tomato. I love you all and will keep you posted as this summer novel progresses….and as my eyes get treated and healed. If you are a praying person, please remember me in your prayers. Prayer changes things! Love to all. Write on.