I am on deadline for an important writing project tonight (a working draft of my piece for Still Here — which happens June 11th & 12th, btw!). While I have had THE WHOLE WEEK to work on this piece, alas, I have also been struggling pretty hard with writer’s block. :/
I used to have to push through block a lot, but that baaasically stopped around the time that I started working on How To Have A Body. It has been a very long while since writing has felt actively hard to do like it has felt this week.
On the one hand, that feels pretty cool!
On the other hand, that makes feeling blocked even more frustrating, because my practices for pushing through block are more, well, outta practice.
I’ve gotten very used to the luxury of words feeling easy when I sit down to write*. This is possibly a preposterous metaphor that makes no sense to anybody but me, BUT: In contrast, right now, I feel like I am coaxing a feral cat down from a tree.
If you’ve got some spare love/prayer/thoughts towards productivity & getting the cat outta the tree for me, can you send some my way? It’s very much appreciated.
<3 & thx, tumblr-verse & tumblr-watchers.
* My general ability to write/produce work, esp. through severe pain & deep exhaustion, is pretty fuckin’ limited. That said, when I sit down to write with my exhaustion & pain levels well-managed & NOT crazy-go-nuts, I can easily knock out 8,000 words in one day. So it feels disappointing to be like “Huh, today is actually an okay pain & exhaustion day, so… Where are my words?!”