I ask myself, how is possible to be stuck for words when there are so many from which to choose? Yet, that is where I find myself when I sit to write a posting this week. Do you ever find yourself in the place where the thoughts you're pondering well up inside, but there's no key yet to unlock the door so those thoughts will make sense to the next person?
For the moment, I'm busy with a writing project that pushes me out of my comfort zone. I'm reading books that challenge my imagination to see realms of new possibilities. I catch glimpses -- but still it's so new I can hardly imagine it, never mind articulate it in words.
And, somehow in the mix of that, I pick up a new novel at the library Claude and Camille, A Novel of Monet, by Stephanie Cowell. Which "paints a dazzling portrait of a passionate young man struggling to become the towering Impressionist we revere" (quoted from Ellen Feldman, back cover).
In order to accomplish his dream to paint in a bold, new way, he had to 'push the envelope' of tradition. Perhaps he gives me the courage to push my own envelopes and dream dreams I've never quite had the courage to unfold before. Maybe reading about Monet will give me a key to unlocking the words that don't want to come.
What do you do when you're stuck for words?