It’s like an earthquake is happening in my brain. Or something. I’m not exactly clear. But it is not writer’s block. It’s more like a strike. This happened once before. When all my life writing had been the thing that made me feel alive, like life was worth living, suddenly writing felt like a job, like pressure. So I decided to quit. I’ve never really been able to quit writing, I have such a drive to write. But I decided to quit anyway. I told my writing partner I was quitting and she nearly stopped being my friend over it. But I had to do it.
I took up gardening. I spent nine months planning my garden, and another nine months putting it in. And then I went back to writing AND gardening. I created a beautiful garden, and my writing improved as well. That was about twelve years ago.
So here I am. I’ve been having difficulty for several months now with first one project then another. At the heart of the matter is my desire to sell books. Once I embraced that goal, I began to lose the love for creating that had so served me over the years. Now I’m sitting here with multiple projects, not one of which is bringing me joy.
I’m going on vacation. I’ll be reading books, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. I’ll be taking walks, looking at art. I’ll be over on FaceBook, Twitter, Tumblr. If you have something you want me to see or promote, give me a holler.
I wish you all the best with your own projects! Remember to take good care of yourselves, and have fun!