The consistently excellent J.C. Cauthon (J.C.’s for life, yo!) writes about my own Achilles heal: getting into the rhythm of writing.
Specifically, she writes about trying to find the groove of writing again. You know how it is: thousands of ideas, mere minutes of free time. Life intervenes. A move half-way across the country is intervening in mine. But once you start down the dark side of not writing, forever will it…
Damn, I am SUCH a nerd.
Anywhoozle, writing isn’t just a matter of getting the words on the page. You have to plan, work, cajole, beg, weep copiously, and outline.
After all, before you can run the race, you have to build the track.
This makes for sweaty work, and after a break it’s hard to resume the grind.
Couthon, although describing her specific problems, shows that writing frustrations are universal. I’m right there with you, Jessica. No time, and hundreds of ideas to fill that no time with. A mess of work to clean up a mess of a work.
What a glamorous life we lead!