Well, then; that was a problem, wasn’t it?
Last night was a moment of dead reckoning that I couldn’t blow away. When I mean dead, I don’t mean that I was literally pushing up daises, but rather I had nothing. When I came to the computer, I couldn’t work up enough enthusiasm to do anything. The ennui I’ve mentioned the main character in my current WiP is suffering from must have jumped out of the computer and grabbed me, because that’s what I had in large numbers.
Or it could have been something else, something that hasn’t actually bothered me for a few months–that something being depression. I do think I have a touch of that, because I am not taking care of myself, and that’s always a sign that you’re care and concern are at an all time low.
The thing that helped out, however, was that I had the chance to chat with a couple of people last night. Online, of course, because this is were most of my life exists there days. My friend Kim reminded me that I’ve been working quite a lot the last few weeks: I’ve been getting up at five-thirty every morning, coming home at five PM every night, and then finding an hour or two to crank out a thousand words–usually finishing up that last right before I head off to bed. She told me I needed to find the time to relax, to take care of myself.
Then there was my friend Ruena, who started chatting, and ended up talking girl things for about an hour. Though I wasn’t able to get into my story, her words did lift me up considerably, and by the time we were through I was in a much better mood–though by that time I was also falling asleep at the keyboard, testament to what Kim said about me likely being exhausted.
Despite all the things I thought out there about getting to it and writing, there are times when the well is completely empty. You can go to it as much as you like, but eventually that damn thing is going to be completely drained, and you’ll have to wait a spell before water begins trickling in again. Maybe it’ll take a couple of hours, or maybe a day, but most of the time it’s going to take a good night’s sleep, and some time away from the inanity that is social networking, to get things back on a even keel.
A change in the routine helps as well. As I write this, I’m sitting somewhere with a coffee by my side, sitting in a chair, instead of camping out on a floor waiting for my daughter’s morning martial arts class to finish. I’m considering getting out tonight, just for the hell of it, because It would be nice to leave the house behind and venture out into the wilds of the fair community–which is neither wild or all that fair.
It’s not the environment, however: it’s the doing. It’s cracking the code that is your life and turning around so that it works for you.
As for my story? It’s the weekend–
Word counts are made to be adjusted.