It’s been a while since I’ve felt like writing. I think I burned out with the pushing to do 1K a Day for the year. (A goal that I am not going to reach, by the way, but that’s a post for another time.)
Plus, December has just been a pretty lousy month all around and I’ve been told that I can’t get a do-over. (Where’s a Tardis when you need one?)
Actually, it’s not just writing. I haven’t felt much like doing anything.
The urge to write — to create — is coming back.
Slowly and tentatively, but it’s gradually edging closer.
I think that part of what is bringing it back is something so simple that I could kick myself for not doing it sooner.
What is that?
I started writing.
Not novel writing, but writing. You know: the pen meets paper kind of writing.
My Passion Planner came in the mail yesterday. (According to the tracking it wasn’t supposed to come until tomorrow so that was a pleasant surprise!)
I started reading through the directions in the front of it. (It’s more than just a day planner or organizer. It also is designed to help you solidify your goals and create plans to achieve those goals, and then stick to them.)
Anyhow, just the act of writing stuff down on paper and then organizing my notes into something coherent and workable seems to have given me the pick up (or kick in the bottom) that I needed.
Maybe it was the act of putting pen to paper that did it. (I do know that it’s one of the best ways for me to break free of a writing block.)
Or maybe it was the fact that I was thinking of and working on goals, of making them concrete. (It wasn’t even writing goals that I was working on.)
Whatever it was, I found myself thinking about my novels again, and my hand was almost but not quite twitching to pick up a pen or hit the keyboard.
I’m just not quite ready to venture back into it yet.
And when I do, it will be with easier, gentler goals.
And I’ve learned something important.
Sometimes, it’s all right to stop, step back, walk away, and take a break.
Eventually, your muse will find you on your island sanctuary and will hand you the pen you thought you’d left behind in a silent call to return to battle.