Many Thanks to my friend, Patricia Garcia, who invited me to join the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, started by Alex Cavanaugh. Now, all I have to do is come out of hiding in my insecure world.
I have noticed that despite my intention to work on some of my stories that I have not opened Word on my computer to even look at my stories for quite some time… like at least May. So WHY…??
Ok, I’m human. I’m discouraged. I can’t concentrate. This is the first effort I have made to write anything since last month’s IWSG posting. The good news is that this post made me finally figure out what the problem is and why I’m in such a deep, dark hole. You know what… I’ve been displaced.
Back in May my husband and I moved from a three bedroom, 2,000 sq. ft. home into an 800 sq. ft. apartment as my husband became seriously ill so I’m caregiving. Also, I do a great job of being Humpty Dumpty too, so we just could not keep up the home thus we had to downsize. Mostly, I feel comfortable in the apartment, but what I realized is that we had to give up “MY writing space,” my privacy, and my corner of the world. I had a desk in a corner of our family room that looked out over a gully and Miller Bay. I was surrounded by nature, the osprey nest in the top of the fir tree that looked like a space ship had crashed landed. The bald eagles swooped down to grasp the salmon during spawning season. Even the Easter bunnies charged across the lawn looking for my delectable flowers to munch on.
But now I am facing the living room wall with the TV behind me. Yes, I’m surrounded with pictures of my grandchildren, and fun sayings like “Do what you love and happiness will follow” and “Something wonderful this way comes!” but I feel uprooted, stranded, and lost.
The comfort, joy, and inspiration that I enjoyed evaporated. Determination is inherent in my soul, so now I’m remembering that it is TIME to dig it out especially when my calendar for August 1 reads “Do what you can with what you have, where you are.” Hmmm, is that a subtle hint or what!
Today I received a reminder from Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way” with the question, “What am I doing to inspire my inner artist?” Actually at the moment, I feel more like I crashed into a concrete wall after going 100 MPH on my tricycle.
Now, I have no more excuses except to figure out a plan, sit down and glue my butt to the chair and get to work. I need to find inspiration and my way again, in my new home. I CAN do this!
What do you do to inspire your writing? Does your mind automatically flow in interesting directions? Or even how do you take a personal story that deserves to be told to fictionalize it? Where does your guiding light come from?