Advice please. What do you do to regenerate creatively? Or are the ideas for projects just there inside you, lined up like eggs in ovaries waiting for their chance to develop and pop?
I ask this seriously, because frankly? I'm not ovulating ideas, here. I'm vamping. Not the Theda Bara kind of vamping, not the Anne Rice kind. The musical kind. Another eight bars waiting for the lead singer to come in. And another eight bars waiting for the lead singer to come in. And ANOTHER eight bars....
I do believe in waiting, in seasons, in letting things ripen. It's midsummer, my traditionally dry period. I'm blogging my heart out, I'm doing writing exercises, I'm waiting to find a story, I'm waiting for inspiration, I'm being gentle and loving to myself, and no, don't worry, I'm not worried or miserable -- life's pretty awesome. But I am getting just a teensy weensy bit frustrated.
Jack London said, "You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club." But it's starting to feel a bit whack-a-mole in here. I go after an idea -- whack -- and it disappears down a hole. And is that another one over there? Whack. And isn't his imagery a little violent, a little overly testosterone driven?
What do you do -- if you're ever in this situation -- when the inspiration dries up for a week, a month, two months, all summer? When the whack-a-moles elude the club? When the musicians vamp for hours? When the starter revs and revs but the motor doesn't turn over?
I've written all my life, I know the juice will eventually come back; an idea will arrive, the motor will finally turn over, and I'll find my way back to the Bliss. Something will happen, it always does.
But I could sure as hell use a jumpstart. Got any cables?