Been coming up short this week as a writer. Not ever project triggers the level of creativity I need in order to operate at a high level. Sometimes it is a slog through the mud. Sometimes my mind is cluttered with distractions. I people watch instead of write. I have conversations. I look for cooler places to write. I procrastinate. This was what 1000 words a day was designed to eliminate, but it has not worked out as planned the past few days.
Yes, it is Tuesday, but I’ve been trash since saturday. Sure, I would love to blame the Avengers and Football and Game of Thrones. All of that has a shred of truth, but I can put down 1000 words in 20 minutes if driven and focused. I have been neither.
This is part of the process. I am working towards designing a project for myself that dissects that process over the course of a year and cultivates a writer’s life that exists beyond the boundaries of genre and academic expectation. These are, of course, fancy words to describe the sabbatical gestating in my hind brain. I’ll get to it. I’ll get to a lot of things as I ease into the summer months. Change is coming. Time is coming.
Can’t come fast enough.