You know when you’re on the road and you’re stuck behind that big truck/RV/whatever that just won’t move, and you can’t see around it and you don’t know why you’re stuck but there’s nowhere to go?
I’ve been stuck like that lately. In my writing, but also it blocked seemingly everything else. I needed to write THING, I’m on a deadline, and I…did not write THING. But since I knew I needed to write THING and I was running out of time, I did not do lots of other things either. Take care of that errand I’ve been putting off for months? Nope, I should stay home and work on THING. (but I didn’t work on THING.) Go see my brother whom I’ve seen once since the whole pandemic hit? No, I should stay home and work on THING. (But I did not work on THING.) Blog post? THING!
To be honest, it’s infuriating. There’s so much to do, that I want to do, and no. I’m stuck. Sitting here, not writing. It’s not even that I don’t know what to write, or how to write it, it’s just–squatting in the damn road!
But last night, at last, I got that bugger to budge. And harps were heard, angels sang, an entire heavenly choir…well, no. But I did write. And tonight–I will write again.
We’re just going to forget the couple of weeks in which NOTHING WOULD MOVE. For my sanity, we’ll just forget that.
Going forward, the plan is to write at least 100 words a day no matter what. I can’t be falling out of writing, because apparently I can’t always dive right back in THANKS MUSES and I need to be able to write!