How do you get back to writing when you haven’t typed a single sentence in 5 months that did not involve writing an email or a paper for a class?
How do you get back to writing after you lived surrounded by one set of expectations, that left suddenly, without your consent early one morning with the most beautiful sunrise?
How do you get your inspiration back without the aid of foreign stimulants in any shape or form that usually work for you?
How do you get back to enjoying things on your own, finding art everywhere, collecting perfect compositions that fall into your sight, running to catch trains, biking to unknown places, judging people for fun, writing lists and throwing them away, spicing your coffee with booze, standing in the wind till you cannot feel your fingers, thinking about ways of fashionably customizing your blankets so they can pass for clothes, zoning out in coffee shops, planning photoshoots. dreaming of getting a cat, buying decorations for your home, looking up silly craigslist ads, whispering lyrics to your favorite songs, dressing up and going to the opera, ignoring calls, buying cheap umbrellas just to leave them in the subway, watching black and white movies, planning to get an ultimate planner, breaking wine glasses, staying up till 5 am drunk on excitement, polishing your shoes, crumbling cookies, throwing out things, burning candles, color matching your underwear, imagining starry skies and feeling spring inside in the middle of October?
How do you? You start by taking a long break from everything, then you sit down at the busiest coffee shop, breathe, open your tiny laptop that is as slow as you on a Sunday morning right after waking up, get a cafe au lait, and start remembering the location of letters on the keyboard. Breathe again. Type. Delete. Type. Publish.
Wait and see if anything changes. If it doesn’t, repeat the next day. There are only about 4 000 coffee shops in Chicago.