Was it you? Oops, nope, it's me. I hate to say it, but I'm experiencing my first bout of viciously stubborn writers block. I've had the stand-stills in difficult parts of stories before, but I've never been idea-less...until now. Usually, once I'm wrapping up one manuscript, another idea is already pounding in my brain, waiting to leap onto the screen, not this time. I think I know why.
Anxiety has greedily gobbled up my creativity. Rude! Here's my life in a nutshell: Get up at the buttcrack of dawn, make lots of coffee, send hubby off to work (he's in the Army), dishes, laundry, drag two small children out of bed and supervise bathing and dressing (which can turn into an all-out war). Make breakfast, pack lunches, find out "Not me" is the one who used grape jelly to create the master mural on the kitchen wall. Send kids to school. Ah, breath. Load up on caffine and nicotine. Sit down, write, rewrite, edit, read, research. Get kids off bus, promise bus driver I will talk to my six year old son about his trying to 'surf' on the seat while the bus is moving. Assure my daughter's teacher that I will talk to my girl about her correcting the teacher in front of the class (it's hard to have an 8 yr old smarter than you are...trust me). Swirl around kitchen like tornado, trying to make a semi-edible dinner. Run out side, scold son for trying to skateboard off roof, and scold evily smiling daughter for giving him the idea in the first place...and so on. This is normal, all good...I can write with this life. Here's my hang up.
My hsuband will soon be deployed to Iraq, and though I won't admit it to those closest to me...I'm freaking out. I already have two brothers deployed, but I'm not too worried...one's in med and away from the action, the other's MI (intellegence) and they keep him pretty secure. My hubby, on the other hand, is a gunner on a humvee, and when he's not manning the 50-cal, he is toting a specialized rifle. Yep, he's a sniper, and a dang good one, so they like to send him on a lot of ops. Oh yea! I was fine until the offical word came down and they set a date to deploy. Now, I'm brain-locked.
My mind has never been the epitome of brilliance, but now it's a mushy mass of worry. I get ideas, but they (like my chest after two kids) fall flat. (Sorry, couldn't resist) I'd love to be in the midst of writing a consuming story, right now I could use the distraction...but it's just not happening. Any suggestions?
Anxiety has greedily gobbled up my creativity. Rude! Here's my life in a nutshell: Get up at the buttcrack of dawn, make lots of coffee, send hubby off to work (he's in the Army), dishes, laundry, drag two small children out of bed and supervise bathing and dressing (which can turn into an all-out war). Make breakfast, pack lunches, find out "Not me" is the one who used grape jelly to create the master mural on the kitchen wall. Send kids to school. Ah, breath. Load up on caffine and nicotine. Sit down, write, rewrite, edit, read, research. Get kids off bus, promise bus driver I will talk to my six year old son about his trying to 'surf' on the seat while the bus is moving. Assure my daughter's teacher that I will talk to my girl about her correcting the teacher in front of the class (it's hard to have an 8 yr old smarter than you are...trust me). Swirl around kitchen like tornado, trying to make a semi-edible dinner. Run out side, scold son for trying to skateboard off roof, and scold evily smiling daughter for giving him the idea in the first place...and so on. This is normal, all good...I can write with this life. Here's my hang up.
My hsuband will soon be deployed to Iraq, and though I won't admit it to those closest to me...I'm freaking out. I already have two brothers deployed, but I'm not too worried...one's in med and away from the action, the other's MI (intellegence) and they keep him pretty secure. My hubby, on the other hand, is a gunner on a humvee, and when he's not manning the 50-cal, he is toting a specialized rifle. Yep, he's a sniper, and a dang good one, so they like to send him on a lot of ops. Oh yea! I was fine until the offical word came down and they set a date to deploy. Now, I'm brain-locked.
My mind has never been the epitome of brilliance, but now it's a mushy mass of worry. I get ideas, but they (like my chest after two kids) fall flat. (Sorry, couldn't resist) I'd love to be in the midst of writing a consuming story, right now I could use the distraction...but it's just not happening. Any suggestions?
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Well said Nateskate.