When the Well Runs Dry

I have been sitting watching TV news, all the while trying to think of something to write.

My screen is as blank as my mind. It is as though the normal merry-go-round in my head has come to a halt and been shut down for the night.

Every writer in any genre – novels, songs, short stories – seems to go through the same thing now and then and underlying it is a question that is never far away. Have I written everything I will ever write? Has the well run dry?

Self-doubt is part and parcel of the craft. To give an example, I look at the hundred and fifteen words I have just now written and think, “What crap.”

Some writers are very disciplined and therefore able to produce on command. I used to be this way in the newspaper business. I would interview someone, go back to the newsroom, write up the story. But I had my notes; the stories wrote themselves.

With creative writing, the game changes. The writer is dependent on inspiration. And sometimes that is in short supply.

©2016 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.