Good grief, Charlie Brown, has it been another month already?
I’m feeling very insecure this month.
I can blog; when I’m on a roll with a thought, I’m good. I can take a writing prompt from The Writer’s Retreat Kit and run with it. I’ve done ad copywriting. I have chapters of my WIP in my head.
I am, as my husband has said, quite capable of writing a book.
Problem is – and it’s my problem, my hang-up – when I have a couple of hours here and there for myself – quiet time – I sit down to “work on my book” and my words seem to dry up. What I put down feels awkward. I think, “I’ll curl up in bed tonight with my netbook and do some writing when it’s quiet.” Forget that. I’m ready for lights out by the time I hit the blankies.
Give me a month alone, two weeks alone even, and I bet I could crank out what I want to say. Quiet time with no outside influences to let my inner “little voice” emerge again.
That’s not gonna happen.
So I’m plotting against myself, or with myself, to get over this hurdle, this self-imposed handicap. I’ll retreat to my writing neuk here in my office, put music in my ears and pretend I’m sharing my story with one person, not a faceless multitude. Make it an intimate environment.
Think it’ll work? We’ll see.
How do you carve time out for yourself away from spouse, partner, job, everyday routines to allow time and space for your muse to be entertained?
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I am a Warrior.
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