I have a confession to make. I haven’t written a word on my latest work in progress (or anything else) in over three weeks. Those who know me well know this is very unusual. I always write. Not only is it therapeutic, but it’s a need I’ve had for quite a long time. Sometimes, it’s just a paragraph or two. Sometimes, it’s a couple pages (if I’m lucky). There are days when the words just flow and I can’t type fast enough. On the flip side, there are days when the blinking cursor mocks my efforts.
These past couple of weeks, though, have been tough…let’s just say life, my own scattered brain, and feelings of self-doubt got in the way.
But I’m back. Beginning tomorrow morning, it’s back to the routine of writing in the mornings before the day job, back to falling in love with my characters again.
What changed? Nothing really. And everything. Life is still in the way BUT I’m so fortunate to have people I love and respect dearly, who pull no punches and give it to me straight, who make me see what’s right in front of my face: that I truly love writing, no matter how hard it can get at times. And life...it is what it is. Gotta take the good with the bad and make the best of it.
And, truthfully, I missed that whole creative process (I know it’s only been a little over three weeks, but seriously, for someone who writes every day? It’s a long time). I miss writing that perfect line, that gem hiding within the rest of the narrative. I miss the way my characters just go off and do whatever they want, disregarding the plan I had in mind for them. And I love when it all comes together in the end, leaving one an emotional mess, but happy at the same time. Yeah, I missed that!
Until next time, remember to spread kindness wherever you go.