Despite movement on the creative front in the form of the NCW Podcast, hosting Between the Pages, and a slot in the local Ignite talk series, I have felt like the driver of a compact car trying to traverse a snowy mountain pass without chains. Or, to use a metaphor connected with the current spate of wet weather in Colorado, swimming upstream as the raging river crests its banks. Where last year was full of written creativity, I have barely produced any fictional material during the first half of this one.
It's driving me nuts! Like other authors, I'm addicted to writing, and when I don't have the time or the energy to do so I get itchy, irritable, and want to smash things. Think Hulk, except not prone to break door frames. And I want to smash more things when I hear about independent authors producing 250 books in one year. The ideas are there for me -- a plethora of ideas, to be somewhat exact. The ability to strap into my universes to describe their tales is not.
And that's why I decided to clean my office. There was so much stuff waiting for my attention it weighed me down. Once I put half of the stuff away and threw the other half out, I did feel my mind clear a bit. I'm not saying it completely blew the water out of the baffles, but it did help provide a lightness I hadn't felt in a while. Now, I just need some propellers to swim upstream and chains to cross the mountains. Let's hope I don't encounter further slippage along the way.
How do you gain traction in your creative life?