The title of this post brought to you by the traumatic experience my daughter just had at the dentist.
Okay, no teeth pulling was involved, but it was still thoroughly traumatic.
Sometimes finding inspiration to write is like pulling teeth. It can be painful, bring tears, and is just plain old sucky. I go through spurts. One week I'll be riding high on the wave of my WIP, other weeks there's nothing there but the blinking cursor mocking me. That's what it's been like for me the last few days. Last week was great, I got part way done with a scene I had been struggling with for a while. And now...I feel like the Sahara Desert, all dried up. Maybe it's because I'm anticipating the birth of another child, so concentration is at max and consumed with real life issues.
At times you just have to force yourself to get that cursor moving with actual words. But I'm so tired and all I want is a little break. I took a break from blogging for a week to do some writing, which worked out great. Now I think it may be time to break away from the writing and frustration and focus instead on what's happening here and now. I want to read. I've been beta reading lately and I want to put more of my attention on that instead of feeling like I'm being pulled in ten different directions. At times I put too much pressure on myself to do EVERYTHING at once. I need to step back, prioritize, and not freak if I can't get it all done. Right now I want to focus on other aspects of this whole writing thing. So maybe breaking from my WIP for a bit is a good idea. I won't be doing it for long, just enough to get other things done. And I'm okay with it.