Lately I have been very frustrated. The novella that I thought I had finished is, as I mentioned previously, very unsatisfactory. I have to get back to working on it and the novel I was in the middle of when I stopped to write the novella. Not to mention all the work promoting and marketing my work. I also wanted to get my first Darren the Daring Pony book in print form as well as eBook form(which it is currently available in). So, as usual for me, I have a lot of my plate especially when combined with the rest of life.
I normally like to be challenged and to have much to keep me busy. I get bored easily and have a creative temperment (to say the least) so I love having a lot swirling around me, as long as it's positive. Recently, however, it hasn't been and while this is a part of life it makes things much harder and much more frustrating. So, in the midst of all of the writing and preparing for school and enjoying summer with the kids I have become a bit testy, or to be more precise, disgruntled.
Several people, including, my mother recommended I take the weekend off. No writing, no social media, nothing. Just relax and enjoy. I was hesitate. I had so much to do, so much to work on, that I didn't see that as an option. None the less, deciding mother and friends might know best, I decided I would try it and starting Saturday morning I took time off. I went fishing with the kids, playing board games, cars, trains, and puzzles and soaked up the sun. By Sunday afternoon I had an itch to write. None of my projects were in a place I could really start writing again by taking up the thread but regardless, I got out my iPad and just did a few paragraphs. It was pure joy. Suddenly I could remember why I wanted to be a writer and what it all is really about. A few paragraphs turned into a page, for each of the projects I have in the works, and I started the print process for the Darren book. Inspiration had certainly struck. Unwilling to go to far and push myself to unhappiness I let it go when I got tired instead of muscling my way through and I am so happy I did. This morning I still feel inspired and excited to get back to work. I have a much better perspective and an idea how I am going to move forward.
The key, for me, is the writing. While the rest may be necessary, the editing, marketing, promoting, the life of it all is the writing. If I can just write then my heart is filled with joy and my mind inspired and the rest falls into place. It is the writing I love and the writing that breathes life into all that I do.