At my last job, one I had for about 12 years, I had a lot of time to brainstorm. It was a legal job which in itself required a lot of abstract thinking. While at that job, I was able to shell out two books and start two others. Three months ago, however, I quit that job and took a government position that was more linear and monotonous. It's very busy, and I never have a chance to sit and think. Needless to say, that type of bureaucratic work doesn't require thinking outside the box because it's procedural and repetitive.
This killed any motivation, desire, or inspiration I have to write. I started a coming-of-age story shortly before quitting my last job. It was coming along fantastically. My mind was on a roll of ideas and I fleshed out characters that I've been wanting to write about since I was thirteen. Then I started with this new job, and three months in, it's all gone. I don't want to write. I'm always tired. Everything feels like a chore. I don't know what to do because I really love this manuscript, but I feel like I'm emotionally and creatively dead.
I've tried music. I've tried editing. I've tried different software, locations--you name it. I don't want to quit my job because, despite its monotony, I really like it, and I like the people I work with. It pays really well, and I have fantastic benefits. But at the same time, I feel dead inside. Emotionless. Also, I should mention that I have the same aversion to video games, reading, sculpting (I like to play with clay), and anything that I used to take pleasure in.
I'm almost sure my job (and the atmosphere) wreaked havoc on my creativity because that's when the trouble started. Also, I was very isolated in my last job, and now I'm socializing a hell of a lot more. I won't pretend that didn't affect me psychologically.
Advice is wholeheartedly appreciated.
This killed any motivation, desire, or inspiration I have to write. I started a coming-of-age story shortly before quitting my last job. It was coming along fantastically. My mind was on a roll of ideas and I fleshed out characters that I've been wanting to write about since I was thirteen. Then I started with this new job, and three months in, it's all gone. I don't want to write. I'm always tired. Everything feels like a chore. I don't know what to do because I really love this manuscript, but I feel like I'm emotionally and creatively dead.
I've tried music. I've tried editing. I've tried different software, locations--you name it. I don't want to quit my job because, despite its monotony, I really like it, and I like the people I work with. It pays really well, and I have fantastic benefits. But at the same time, I feel dead inside. Emotionless. Also, I should mention that I have the same aversion to video games, reading, sculpting (I like to play with clay), and anything that I used to take pleasure in.
I'm almost sure my job (and the atmosphere) wreaked havoc on my creativity because that's when the trouble started. Also, I was very isolated in my last job, and now I'm socializing a hell of a lot more. I won't pretend that didn't affect me psychologically.
Advice is wholeheartedly appreciated.