I'm back! It feels so good to have my creative juices flowing again! I can't even tell you. I was taking a medication that seriously hindered my ability to create. I can't count how many times I sat down at my computer in the last month and a half, only to become so frustrated that I wanted to take a sledge hammer to its glowing screen! The medicine also gave me chest pain and since I don't want to die young . . . .
Glad to have that taken care of.
Today I wrote almost 8,000 in only a couple of hours. Now that's bliss.
So here is my question to you. Have you ever done something that made it so you couldn't write? Ever taken a medication, or changed your schedule or . . . whatever? How did you solve your problem? How did you seize back your enthusiasm?
Because let me tell you, I thought I'd lost my muse forever. He'd high-tailed it out of here, had snapped the reins of a beautiful white stallion, and rode off into the sunset without me!
There have been times since I parted ways with my publisher where I felt this was all too hard, that I just didn't want to keep trying and banging my head against a brick wall. The short time I spent on this medicine helped me see just how much I love to write, how much a part of my life it is. I don't ever want to let it go again. I won't ever let it go again. (the muse is now tied up with duct tape in the front room)
Even if I never sell a book, I will continue to write. I'm sure I'll be famous after I die. My kids can enjoy the proceeds. =)