Sometimes it's good to be reminded that writing is truly a 'job' -- not too much about it is glamorous or sexy. Yes, we writers have ideas (sometimes too many) and dreams of creating a good story that readers will fall in love with. But then there are those other times when procrastination, frustration and well, just all-around angst hit.
And what happens then?
Nothing.
Nada.
Rien.
Zilch.
What I've found over the years is that it's best to turn my back and walk away from the computer. Not forever, but certainly enough time to catch my breath, put the anxiety to rest and clear the mind. Easier said than done, 'tho.
Today is one of those days. Actually, it's been the past week or so. I guess I could blame it on the winter, a season I'm not particularly fond of. I tend to want to hibernate just like the bears -- crawl into a cave, pull the blankets over my head and sleep.
But life goes on -- family, work, bills to pay, a house to clean.
I think I need to read up on the Danish hygge thing -- find the good, simple pleasures of daily life, even in the dead of winter.
And to remind myself that writing is a job. Clock in, clock out; report for duty -- you name it. Work, write and make it happen. Thank you, Mr. Gaiman, for the above reminder.
I hope you'll stay with me, cut me a little slack until my creative engine is back in tune.
Plans? Heck, yes! Always.
It's just a matter of putting one's butt in the chair and hitting those keys.
And giving myself permission to play hookey for a bit!
". . . words, the brisk herbs of language, the fragrance
we think we sing." Eavan Boland, Poet
we think we sing." Eavan Boland, Poet
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