I think I'm going through the worst case of writer's block I've ever had.
No. Make that the second worst case I've ever had. The first was brought on by a bad agent who wasted my time and killed my spirit. That took almost a year before I was able to recover and find another agent.
I found one. She wants to see the book proposal. And that's where I can't get back into the groove. I look at the old proposal and I think, "Damn, I just can't make myself believe anybody wants to read this crap."
Add to that that I recently became unemployed and we're living off my wife's income. She's working two jobs while I'm looking for one. It makes me wonder what kind of selfish jerk would waste time chasing a dream when he should be spending every waking moment trying to find another job.
On the other hand, I know I'm going to find another job. It's just a matter of time. I'm blocking on putting in the time to rewrite the book proposal, because it's such a time-consuming task. That, and I'm looking at the three dollars in my wallet, feel the rumbling in my empty stomach and wondering if I should hit the McDonald's dollar menu or not?
On top of it all we're in the silly season between Thanksgiving and Christmas and I'm thinking about how I'm going to put something under the tree for the wife and kids. Maybe if that part-time job I applied for this week comes through....
I'm not asking for anyone to throw me a pity party. I'm just wondering how you set your priorities at a time like this. Writing is a solitary and somewhat selfish occupation when times are good. When times aren't good it seems spending time on writing ramps the selfishness quota up by a factor of "10."
I doubt I'm the first guy to go through this. Maybe I'm just rationalizing and maybe I'm just really depressed and trying to ignore it. All I know for sure is the writing isn't getting done.
I think I'm really beginning to lose it. Both the joy of facing another day and the the passion that comes with creativity.
No. Make that the second worst case I've ever had. The first was brought on by a bad agent who wasted my time and killed my spirit. That took almost a year before I was able to recover and find another agent.
I found one. She wants to see the book proposal. And that's where I can't get back into the groove. I look at the old proposal and I think, "Damn, I just can't make myself believe anybody wants to read this crap."
Add to that that I recently became unemployed and we're living off my wife's income. She's working two jobs while I'm looking for one. It makes me wonder what kind of selfish jerk would waste time chasing a dream when he should be spending every waking moment trying to find another job.
On the other hand, I know I'm going to find another job. It's just a matter of time. I'm blocking on putting in the time to rewrite the book proposal, because it's such a time-consuming task. That, and I'm looking at the three dollars in my wallet, feel the rumbling in my empty stomach and wondering if I should hit the McDonald's dollar menu or not?
On top of it all we're in the silly season between Thanksgiving and Christmas and I'm thinking about how I'm going to put something under the tree for the wife and kids. Maybe if that part-time job I applied for this week comes through....
I'm not asking for anyone to throw me a pity party. I'm just wondering how you set your priorities at a time like this. Writing is a solitary and somewhat selfish occupation when times are good. When times aren't good it seems spending time on writing ramps the selfishness quota up by a factor of "10."
I doubt I'm the first guy to go through this. Maybe I'm just rationalizing and maybe I'm just really depressed and trying to ignore it. All I know for sure is the writing isn't getting done.
I think I'm really beginning to lose it. Both the joy of facing another day and the the passion that comes with creativity.