You know what they say about watched pots? Fuck that. My creativity has been on a slow simmer (if that) for months now and I'm taking charge.
I'm not going to sit around and wait for things to happen anymore. Sure, there are times when you have to let stories sit and brew (or ferment, as the case may be). And then there are times when you have to give the Muse a jolt by giving him or her a swift kick. Today, my friends, is the day for the latter.
I fear I've been slave to my Muse for a little too long. Words aren't coming? I've been happy to let them sit and hope they boil. Still not brewing after a few days? A few more won't hurt. That, my friends, is how you fall off the writing wagon.
Well, too bad. It's time to get on with things because I have become the Me that I hate. The Me that talks a lot about writing but isn't doing any actual writing. And that doesn't make me a writer. So, I've made a schedule of my WIPS.
This non-writing is the reason I've dropped off the blogging/tweeting/interacting radar – nothing important to talk about! So although I may still be MIA for a while, I will be away doing – devoting my time back where it belongs (writing) and also taking care of my writer self (aka doing The Artist's Way, taking myself on some artist dates, etc.).
Which begins with a trip to see the King Tut exhibit at the AGO. Cannot wait!
So that's how I intend to make things happen. Watched pots never boil? They can if you light a fire under 'em.
How do you regroup when you fall off the writing bandwagon?
Photo by Ryan Lindh