Recovering From Detox
This last month had me in a creative conundrum. I wouldn’t call it writer’s block. Some of you might already know how I feel about that. My issues were in my new ideas.
There weren’t any.
After some deliberation, I came to the conclusion that my creative input exceeded my creative output. I won’t go into it here because I’ve already went on at length over here along with daily recaps for one week.
Now that it’s over I’m trying to piece together what it meant to me. Did it work? Was it a waste of time? Did I do it long enough? Where do I go from here?
I have a few answers, but not enough for me to share publicly yet. I can say that in the midst of my busy week I found time to work on a story idea. Maybe not enough time to finish it, but more than I expected to ever have in the middle of the week. And when I was done with that session, I felt good.
I mean, really good.
Given that I was also recovering from the flu at the same time says something as well.
I wonder. Do you think that it’s as important to be careful of what we put in our heads as well as what we put in our bodies? Do you think that affects our responsibility as writers? It could be I’m just over thinking this whole situation.