I have had two highly unproductive weeks. I have no words of wisdom about it. I sent off a bunch of stuff and the waiting game has been going and going and going. I worked on some new stuff. I wrestled with some structural things on novel #3. I got sick and couldn't manage my usual 5 AM writing before teaching. Every spare moment seems filled with the demands just to keep the basics of body and soul together, with no energy, brain power or waking time left to write. I know I am not alone. I know others have been here before me. I know I will eventually get to write again. Hell, summer vacation is coming. But just at this moment, I am staring into the abyss. It doesn't feel like I'm germinating ideas or doing anything but pure survival, with no fuel to draw on. Stalled out and ready to abandon the damn car on the side of the road.Call it my "dark night of the soul." I will try to trust that this will pass. Maybe when I get the taxes done the abyss won't seem so deep and dark.
This blog post is me calling "hallooo" into the abyss and waiting for something more than an echo.
My own times in the abyss seem to be prerequisite for each new creative spurt. You'll emerge strong and clear.
ReplyDeleteThanks for "hallooing" back. Even when we know this stuff, it helps when someone else says it.
DeleteGo ahead and trust that this too shall pass, because it ALWAYS does. Every time.
ReplyDeleteI will repeat your words like a mantra, Sandra.
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