One day, recently, as I stared at my computer screen with a bad case of writer’s block, my husband came in from work. My office is next to the entryway, so from where I sat, laptop on its tray, and the tray over my lap, I asked about his day.
“Good. I brought you a flower,” were his first words.
“Oh? What’s the occasion,” I asked, somewhat baffled.
My husband is a real romantic in his own way, and he knows chocolate and flowers are NOT at the top of my ‘want’ list. (I know, some of you are shaking your head wondering why I don’t want chocolate). But notice he said “brought” and not “bought.”
“No occasion,” came his reply, as he took off his work boots dropped them at the bottom of the closet. “Maybe I’m kissing up for something.”
I could hear him smile. “And for what might that be,” I chuckled.
“I don’t know yet.”
Okay, he wouldn’t tell me why he brought me a flower (he always gets them in bunches), and I needed to see what he was up to. And I needed to see this flower.
I moved my laptop tray, and stepped out of my office. Then my mouth dropped. This was priceless. There, on the bench next to him, was a huge piece of cake, with a large rose made of frosting.
“It’s pink too, and a corner piece.” he added, a proud look on his face. Pink is my favourite color and I love the icing. The sweeter, the better. Usually!
The occasion? My husband’s co-worker had retired and they’d held a small go-away party for her in the office.
“The cake,” my husband went on to tell me, “had two large flowers like this one. The other one was white.”
My guy is a keeper. Very romantic in his own way and I love it when he does these small, random acts of kindness. But little did he know, in the process, he’d help me with two things.
First, this gave me an idea for today’s blog post. So I hurried to get the camera and took a picture of the cake.
Second, after eating part of it (trust me, it took a lot of willpower for me to stop, I could have eaten all of it), I returned to my little office, put the tray back on my lap, and I let my fingers do the typing.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting the sugar rush unlocked writer’s block, nor am I saying everyone should eat a piece of cake when the ideas stop flowing, and words won’t come. But for me, simply walking away from the computer, even for a short while, helps. Spending a few minutes talking with my husband, or looking at the pheasant outside my window now and then can trigger ideas. For those who may be wondering, I live in the city, closer to downtown actually, yet we see this guy (and a bunch of ducks) around our property all the time.
What do you do when you get writer’s block? Please share what works for you.