I’m 34,447 words into ARROWS, my next novel, and each day I wake up with a smile on my face and words simply flow from my fingertips onto the page and when I read over them, I smile even more, and then …
That’s not how it goes at all.
The truth is, some days, writing is really hard, it just is, no matter how glamorous a life you imagine I have. Writing is work.
And also my passion, and something that defines me as a person in a way I can’t fully grasp without my brain going “wooOOO!”
I love it.
But unfortunately, writing doesn’t always love me.
Sometimes, I get stuck.
Even if you’re not a writer, you’ve probably felt stuck at some point in your life.
When I’m stuck, I stop, stare, and the white pages seem endless. I wonder what happens next until I feel crazy, which makes me feel like a failure, because I’m the writer, I’m supposed to know these things. Somewhere in my head there’s a stash of next.
Here’s what I do.
I lay down, maybe for a short nap, or I’ll mull where I’m stuck before bed, not anxiously, but just to have it in my thoughts.
Then, I rest.
I rest and I don’t feel guilty, even though there’s a PLACE I’M STUCK AND I COULD FAIL IF I DON’T FIX IT.
What happens next.
An idea comes. Maybe my anxiety had it blocked, or my mind needed some air to figure out the solution. I have a pad of paper and a pen next to my bed for moments like that. Somehow, I always get unstuck.
Stuck in life?
Maybe you need some down time.
If you’re overwhelmed, frustrated, tired … you could give it a try.
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Note: This is the last post here until the New Year. I wish you all blessings and peace, infinity.
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