Hazard #1208: Crushing Creative Drought
Hey, I know it's not sexy to blog about why you haven't been blogging, but I think enough creative-types read this that it's relevant:
I'VE GOT FRICKIN' NOTHING.
Banging out these effing Depression scripts for three weeks straight has completely tapped me out. And this is what happens when you exist in that middle space where you're working a job that you thought was Close Enough to your dream but you're still dying to do your own creative work. The effing job steals all your juice!
So instead of your crafty little Writer Brain perking up when your 95-year-old grandfather refers to Skype as 'Psych,' you just stare dully into space and pick at your hangnails. It's a travesty.
Hazard #491: Carpal Tunnel WTF Is Going On With My WRISTS
Or there's the times when you have an idea – like how wine menu descriptions could easily be human personality profiles – but your wrists have been on fire for four days and the idea of typing that story/blog post/whatever fills you with dread.
Last week there was some kind of horrific convergence of me typing for 10 hours a day and getting back into Ashtanga (50 Push-Ups A Class) yoga and my wrists are brutally sore. Because writing is my vocation and I have an incredibly active imagination, I let my crazy spin out into a world where I could no longer write for a living and lost all use of my hands and went slowly insane and ended up dying homeless and alone with coyotes gnawing on my face.
This is what happens in my head.
It's scary in there.
And then (after a few gins) Ross says: "Wash a couple Advil down with a large glass of Suck It Up and you'll be fine." Thanks, pal.
Hazard #902,035: Clutching, Sleep-Preventing Financial Panic Attacks
Hey remember that Artist For One Year thing I'm doing? Remember how SELLING MY CAR was a key factor in making in happen? Remember how that hasn't happened yet and how I took on a pro bono project where I'll have no way of generating income all freaking summer?
And then – omigod this is hilarious – remember that PERFECTLY timed cherry on top of the $500 water damage bill, $375 special assessment and a condo fee increase? And the fact I haven't done my taxes...for three years?
BAAAAHAHAHA!
*Sob*
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3 comments:
Man, I hear you on *all* fronts and I actually call that carpal tunnel thing carpal knuckle, because it's not my wrists that hurt but my knuckles (all the frenetic typing and upward/downward motion, I guess?)
And I really think you need to give yourself a pass on the creative front for a couple of days. Finishing a book or a major project is like blowing your wad, creatively-speaking. There's no way you are ready to go again right away. You need a cigarette first. Maybe a snack. Unless you can find some Artistic Viagra, I would give yourself permission to cut yourself some slack.
Karen
B.U.T.....what if doing your taxes resulted in a sweet little refund? Wouldn't that shine up your sun for a day or two?
A.N.D....what if this pro-bono project (think of it as all inclusive travel plans) resulted in a great, tear jerking, donation building, water cleansing book venture with this photographer? And suddenly your phone is ringing with offers?
aaaaaannnnnd then you'd need your car and you'd be so happy you didn't sell it.
How about that eh?
Artistic Viagra. LOVE. IT.
Want. Some.
Hopefully it has some anti-inflammatories mixed in. And a pinch of Xanax. Maybe the merest HINT of opiates...
XOXO,
M.
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