I’ve been in a writing abyss for the past 2 months. Any and every word is taking four times the effort to write and I catch myself wondering if the there is a point to the self-inflicted suffering.
It’s the holidays, my day job is overbooked crazy and there are a million other things to take care of at home including folding and putting away 10,000 loads of laundry.
So, it’s time to find my motivation. If I were a method actor, I’d dig deep into the character’s psyche for that lost nugget of hope. So far I haven’t found it. Here’s where I’ve looked:
- Scrabble for iPad (I’ve now won more than 50% of the games played #inyourfacecomputer! )
- Neverland (SyFy miniseries)
- Tossing Runes at façade.com until they say what I want to hear
- Audible books (47 hours of Connie Willis’ Blackout and All Clear)
Being a writer means I have special powers when it comes to creating distractions. Now I have to AIS (Ass In Seat) and get the last chapters tweaked and sent to my editor. Then—and only then—I can relax and enjoy the eggnog. Granted, I still have a gingerbread house that needs decorating and presents to wrap and 5 pounds of shrimp to pickle, and….and…and…
I never have writer’s block, just procrastination pains. How do you deal with the urge to do nothing?
I’m trying to focus on the prize at the end of the work… being published.