It needed to be kicked to the curb and I should have done it sooner.
I don’t know what word count I got to, but I do know that it all sucked in more ways than one.
The writing felt forced.
Nothing wanted to flow from my brain to my page.
My brain would whistle an empty tune like it was strolling alone down the centre of a railroad track in the middle of nowhere.
I couldn’t pull it all back.
No matter how hard I tried to sit ass in chair and pump out the words, everything in my being fought against me.
I know I’m not alone in this. Heck, I feel like such a hypocrite in pushing the process. I’ve been a proponent of just keep writing, but it doesn’t always work. I’ll own it though. I have to.
Expectation doesn’t work for me. What does?
I really believe for me that I need to physically change my location. I need to go somewhere different.
Before covid, I was was very busy in the community and doing/going all the time. Now it’s all I can do to stay up until 9:30 pm! I’ve thought about S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder) but the weather and amount of sunlight make no difference for me.
I believe my brain is bored.
It’s not happy doing (for trying to do) the same thing all the time.
It’s searching for stimulation and excitement (I think we all are).
Tomorrow is December 1 and my plan is to do 15 mins of “dance” everyday. I don’t mean lessons or anything serious, I just want to put the music on and move. I want to feel some energy flowing through me again. There’s been too much sitting lately.
I’m hoping this will assist in my lethargy and brain health, and in turn, my writing ability.
Calling the Muse through movement.
I’ll let you know if I can get my brain back where it belongs as apposed to wandering wherever it likes. lol.
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