I don't want to admit it but I've done so little writing in the last year that you could probably count the page totals on your hands. It is so stressful!
No matter how many deadlines I set, how much I commit to writing, I don't get it done. That sets the tone for my day. I worry I'm wasting time. I tell myself it is important to no one but me. Obviously that's not true. I don't even appear to care!
More than once in recent months, I've thought about whether I should just give up. Toss it all out, clean out the computer, shred my files and give up. How do you do that? The very idea sounds insane. If I did that, the aftermath would be a disaster.
There is some encouragement when I read that writers around the world are dealing with a similar issue. Isolation destroys creativity. Looks like socializing, real socializing, is critical to creativity after all. All those stories of writers and painters suffering in garrets for their art aren't exactly accurate. We have to have visual and mental stimulation that isn't focused on the end of the world day in and day out. We need to have conversations that provoke thought and generate ideas. We require human interaction to stimulate our synapses and send a current of impressions, feelings, thoughts, and emotions through our bodies. We have to experience life to create art.
So, I'm not alone is this dry spell, apparently. I wonder if they'll have interventions and workshops to jumpstart us?
If I can just get my body not to hurt and my brain to cooperate by generating clarity, I might make progress. I wouldn't need an intervention.
