I'm in creative limbo
I went out to write today.
It's a stunning fall day in Vancouver - no rain, nary a cloud in sight. I went to my writing spot, coffee in hand and my binder. I sat, in mottled sunshine, pen in hand and blank paper in front of me.
And nothing happened.
I have come to the point in this novel where I know what's going to happen. I know the ending and the beats and emotions needed to get there.
The surprise is gone.
When I started this project, it was all a surprise. I was astonished that my wee brain could come up with these scenarios, the characters and the emotion. Each day I wrote, my pen uncovered a new depth I had no clue I could ever put down onto paper.
I would go home at the end of a session, reread what I'd written out long hand (yes, I'm writing this one long hand) and be gleeful - amazed at what was down on the page. The characters and story were so alive in my brain, I would dream about the characters, and they'd talk to me.
Now? Nothing.
Perhaps I'm emotionally vacant right now, just not able to go to the place needed to get these characters moving again. I don't know. But I miss them. I miss that connectedness. I miss writing. It has been a constant in my life for a long time.
I know this last show sucked a lot out of my soul. I know events of the last few days have drained me emotionally. I *need* to write right now to gain back my equilibrium.
I need my balance back.
So, fellow creatives - what advice do you have for me? I need help.
It's a stunning fall day in Vancouver - no rain, nary a cloud in sight. I went to my writing spot, coffee in hand and my binder. I sat, in mottled sunshine, pen in hand and blank paper in front of me.
And nothing happened.
I have come to the point in this novel where I know what's going to happen. I know the ending and the beats and emotions needed to get there.
The surprise is gone.
When I started this project, it was all a surprise. I was astonished that my wee brain could come up with these scenarios, the characters and the emotion. Each day I wrote, my pen uncovered a new depth I had no clue I could ever put down onto paper.
I would go home at the end of a session, reread what I'd written out long hand (yes, I'm writing this one long hand) and be gleeful - amazed at what was down on the page. The characters and story were so alive in my brain, I would dream about the characters, and they'd talk to me.
Now? Nothing.
Perhaps I'm emotionally vacant right now, just not able to go to the place needed to get these characters moving again. I don't know. But I miss them. I miss that connectedness. I miss writing. It has been a constant in my life for a long time.
I know this last show sucked a lot out of my soul. I know events of the last few days have drained me emotionally. I *need* to write right now to gain back my equilibrium.
I need my balance back.
So, fellow creatives - what advice do you have for me? I need help.