Over the last two months or so, I’ve been facing difficult *stuff* happening in my personal life.
Lately, I arrive at Starbucks during my protected writing block, only to avoid any serious thinking or creativity. I’ll get my venti iced skinny vanilla latte with three Splendas and sink down into a comfy chair instead of a well-lit table as usual.
And then, I open up my computer and I… can’t face writing. I go onto Twitter on my phone instead. Or Draw Something. Or Words with Friends.
The ironic thing is that if I could write, really immerse myself into my stories, it would probably make things better. What better place to escape?
I know my creativity isn’t gone. It’s there. It’s just that there’s a force separating me from it, like until things are easier in my life, it has to be barred off. I’m not sure how to break the wall down unless I just keep tapping at it when I can.
I guess in the meanwhile I’ll keep reading and at some point I’ll be magnetically drawn back into the world of my stories.
What do you do when it’s Life 1, Writer 0?