Where has my writing mojo gone?
I’m glad I didn’t make any new year’s resolutions, because I would have been bitterly disappointed by now and it’s not even the end of January.
Work on my novel has come to a standstill whilst I work out where it’s going and it seems this has triggered a fiction drought. It’s like my brain won’t focus on anything else whilst that is up in the air.
I did start a children’s story for my nine year old daughter, but she wasn’t particularly impressed. At 1000 words, I had just begun to get through the introduction and for her that was too long. She was expecting a short story from me, needing instant gratification when it comes to reading. At nine years old, she has great reading and comprehension skills, yet she does not enjoy reading. Where to go from there? Well that is for another blog post, I think.
Apart from blogging, which I promised myself I would keep up with and publish regular posts, I don’t feel as though I’ve had time for anything else. Two of my blog posts have been ten-minute writing challenges though, so you can’t get much quicker than that. Fitting those in hasn’t been too difficult, it’s just everything else that is the problem.
It’s been a manic year so far, the start of which saw us bring home a new member of the family. The puppy is great, but he has taken up a lot of my time and energy, particularly at the moment, as he is poorly.
Last week, I was ill with a rotten cold and struggled to do anything. It’s wiped me out and my writing mojo is nowhere to be seen. This week, my middle daughter is performing in a pantomime at the local theatre, so we’ll be busy with dress rehearsals and shows all week. My eldest daughter turns twelve on Wednesday, but we don’t have time to fit in her Birthday, what with everything else going on. To top it off, I have to take her to Bristol on Friday night for a gym competition. These things always seem to happen at the same time don’t they?
I read author Emily Organ’s post last week about tips for writing a book, one of which was making time to write every day. As a prolific writer herself, no one knows this more than Emily and the habits she has got herself in to have meant that she’s well on the way to publishing her third book.
I don’t feel like I have that time at the moment. The days go too quickly (the school bit does anyway). The habits I formed last year of writing Monday and Friday mornings seem to have vanished for the moment. I’m aware that I have lots going on around me, but can’t seem to summon up the energy I need to get through it all.
I’m hoping this is a result of being ill, on the back of a new routine that I’ve entered in to right at the beginning of a new year. It’s not the best time to be going through all this because you feel that you should enter a new year with renewed vigour and spirit and I seem to have done the exact opposite.
What am I waiting for? I don’t know, but I’m stalling right now. Everything I’ve written so far, although not a waste of time, has me questioning where to go from here. I know I’ve come a long way in terms of the things I’ve learned, yet a part of me feels that the more I know, the harder I find this writing process. Remaining in a state of blissful ignorance when it comes to putting together a story is fine, but won’t get me anywhere. I know what I need to do now, but I just have to find the courage and resolve to get on and do it.
This post has taken me more than ten minutes, so I’m going to stop moaning and go and give the puppy a cuddle. The next twenty-four hours are going to be a crucial time for him and I’m just hoping he’s strong enough to pull through this.
Next week, perhaps we will have some normality returned to our lives and I can begin to work out which direction I need to be going in.
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