A lot is happening this month. We have Slut Walks, Mothers marching, and protests worldwide. As you can see, I have not gotten any closer to my goal of completing my writings. The words are in my head, waiting to be transferred into data (I am still waiting for a brain to computer recording device), but when I am at the computer, I just stare at the screen or browse Facebook. I am researching articles for use in upcoming legal proceedings so I am accomplishing something, I hope, but my brain is in a bit of a fog lately. Maybe it's the stress, maybe it's something in the air, or maybe the timing isn't right? When I write, I draw my inspiration from my environment (the people I meet, places I go, and various other influences.) I have not been truly inspired in many months. I believe that is partially due to my lack of stimulating travel, I just can't afford to go anywhere to unwind or seek excitement. The droll of existence does not lend to a creative flow.
I am trying to get back into channeling my thoughts more constructively but it seems to be a slow process. I am at a point where I need to decide how each story will end, waiting for one story (non-fiction) to reach a point of closure, and I must sit down and tidy up each story so it's ready to share. Presently, I am helping my son with some of his stories, in a later post I will share something he has written for those interested in childhood writings.
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