Is this how it feels? Writing pages after pages in the head and not one word on paper…the way countless writer-bloggers talk about the frustration of the “inability-to-find-time-to-write” experience?
Most of the last month I’ve been longing to “get-away-from-it-all” and write, write, write…the only way to sanity in a completely insane world. (Or a completely insane head where story charcaters, and dreams and real people vie for attention all hours of day and night.) but life has taken me by the collars and has shaken me like a cat does a tiny dormouse in its teeth. My bones are rattled, and everything in my head is a mash. I’ve written a bit here and there, tried to keep up with daily writing, but nowhere near how much I wanted to.
So. I have forced myself to take a “writing-break” today, which means after finishing the endless household chores and calls and duties, I have a few hours of doing what I want to do, really. Get away from everyone and everything, no matter who or what, and just write.
So, with a firm step and a gleam in the eye, I leave home with all kinds of good intentions. (!!) Wish me luck.