I’ve been going through a stage of writer’s block for the last couple of weeks now. I’ve just had no real motivation to write anything. At first I was putting it down to the fact that I’ve started a new job and have been stressed about it. But that’s never really stopped me from writing before. The more I think about it, the more I think that location is at the heart of the problem.
I’m currently living in a small relaxed surfing town with a bohemian atmosphere. It’s a really calm and relaxed place to live. Even though I enjoy it, I can’t help but feel a lack of motivation to write. I don’t feel any inspiration around me. Then I started to realise why. I’ve been living in cities for the last number of years. The noise, the crowds, the chaos, the rudeness and most importantly the people; these are the things that I’m used to. These are the things I need when I write. I require life around me to write. Seeing people and imagining their stories, watching the ways people interact with each other. It’s like the world around me is my muse, even if it has nothing to do with what I’m writing about at the time.
And here I am in a quiet paradise and I can’t find any motivation to write anything. It’s like the opposite of how writing is always portrayed. I can’t help thinking of the clique of the writer who needs isolation and solitude to write. I can honestly say this is the opposite of what I need. I’m moving to a city in less than two weeks and for the sake of my writing I honestly can’t wait. Hopefully the noise and the concrete bring the creativity back with them.