Waking Up Earley

Thoughts, Ideas and Inspiration by Melissa Earley

Nothing to Say

About a week ago a new blogging friend (with many more followers than I have) posted a link to my blog on her blog Something to Say (well worth the read) in order to encourage my writing. I am very grateful to her.  She gave me high praise by introducing me as someone who “has something to say.”

But then terror struck my heart and the “what if’s” piled on. What if I have nothing to say? What if I have already run out of things to say? What if what I have to say is nothing that anyone else cares about? I spin out of control. I am certain that I will be unmasked and found out.  A fraud. An imposter.

Various titles pop into my brain: Unasked Questions, Do Over, Preaching Naked. They crash into each like bumper cars. My mind buzzes. I have cicadas on the brain. I want to tease out a single strand but I can’t – it’s one big knot.

See, I’m layering metaphor on metaphor. Is there no hope for me?

I confess I have become an affirmation junkie and the blank screen threatens my next fix. I chase every thumb’s up and comment thread like my dog goes after squirrels. What if future posts aren’t as popular as earlier ones? Is that the real purpose of my writing – external validation? I cringe.

A truly spiritual person would write here about the importance of silence. When we have nothing to say, he would say, it is a good time to quiet the mind and listen. Yes, I nod to this sage. But silence is hard for me these days. I am certain that parents with houses full of crying toddlers or teenagers slamming the doors would love a moment of my silence. But for me, there is too much of it.

And then a clear note of feeling that has words attached gently rises above the noise. I worry that my writing will expose more of myself than I intend.

I stop spinning. Threads of thoughts begin to untangle.

Is that the real source of my writer’s block?

Dawn and the cicadas go quiet.

It’s not that I have nothing to say, but I am afraid of what I might say. Can I bear to be truly seen? To be known is both glorious and terrifying.

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4 Comments

  1. Laura Partington

    August 25, 2015 at 2:53 pm

    Melissa,

    I continue to enjoy your writing. My favorite sentence from this week: “And then a clear note of feeling that has words attached gently rises above the noise.” I have never heard this idea expressed this way before, and, thanks to your verbal imagery, I can clearly visualize the idea. Thank you!

  2. Melissa! I resonated with this entire post. The reason I named my blog Something to Say was to remind myself that I do have something to say–even in the face of constant self-doubt and insecurity. So just keep blogging and writing. You are great at it!

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