Lack of Anything

I had hoped to be finished a short story this week, but it was not to be the case.

Annoying yes, considering that I’ve had the broad strokes in my head for over a year. This and one other story are the two that I’m working on in my head without really writing them down. Putting words to paper means committing to the story and that’s more difficult that I had supposed.

What I’m finding difficult is lack of inspiration for anything new. Normally I would be interacting with various people all the time. Now I’m in my lockdown bubble and finding it hard to be inspired. I really really don’t want to be writing anything about lockdown. There’s going to be a flood of that soon enough anyway.

Suppose I’ve got to take what my brain throws up and see what sticks.

This has been my Sunday, moan about writing that’s not really about writing, also that this time writing this post could have been used in writing more of my stories etc.  

One Day for Writing

The year that was 2020, also know as the year that never was, ate a part of my soul. Anything that could go wrong went wrong and I’m still bloody lucky.

The year made me reflect, it made me angry, sad and everything else you could imagine. Greif and Joy make strange bedfellows.

A thousand years ago in 2019 I had made plans of things I was going to do with the site, how much writing I was going to do and research. All of that came to nought.

I did manage to finish my outline/first draft of my novel but that’s it. Output has been appalling generally.

Lately whenever I have attempted to start to write, no matter where I am and using whatever medium I have to hand, I still get disturbed. Then there’s the loss of flow and that’s the entire day, kaput. Maybe that’s my own fault and maybe that’s just an excuse.

The household has been advised when I sit to write I’ll be doing it in a certain space on a certain day of the week.

<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">I was once told that “the weekend is where your passions go to die” which in some ways is fair. However, I don’t have the luxury, energy or mental capacity to write after finishing work. and Saturday is filled with domestic obligations so here we are. Writing on a Sunday. A single day to cram all my creativity either with my novel second draft or a short story. At least I’m carving out a space in my life for this and it’s better than just letting it die.I was once told that “the weekend is where your passions go to die” which in some ways is fair. However, I don’t have the luxury, energy or mental capacity to write after finishing work. and Saturday is filled with domestic obligations so here we are. Writing on a Sunday. A single day to cram all my creativity either with my novel second draft or a short story. At least I’m carving out a space in my life for this and it’s better than just letting it die.

A bit of a tidy

When you don’t know what to do, comb your hair and clean your shoes.”

Making Money by Sit Terry Pratchett

I have been floundering with job and home stuff again and not being as productive creatively as I would like to be. My anxiety has ratcheted up a notch and depression is ensuring that there’s very little left to do essential stuff as well as creative stuff.

So today instead of getting creative I’ve done some tidying of the website. I needed a new logo as well so that’s done. The original logo was done by f1restart3rr before I knew what I wanted and what I wanted things to look like and while it’s not bad I think the new one encapsulates things a little better.

Anyway, please enjoy the clear out and rebrand. I’m still trying to figure out how to sort things properly with the short stories too but that is beyond me today.

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