I’ve lost my mojo.
For writing, for my day job, for home, for everything. I feel lost. That’s not a word I use lightly. In fact it took me several minutes to choose that word.
My writing has ceased, again. I plan to enter the Novelicious Undiscovered 2012 competition (http://www.novelicious.com/noveliciousundiscovered2012.html), so at this moment in time I really don’t need this. I load up CB&S and stare at the screen, close my eyes and stare at my blank eyelids, listen to music for inspiration – usually I favour classical or jazz – I’ve even tried completely different genres, but it all fails. Then there’s SM? my experimental piece; well the less said about that the better.
I’m reading loads, and quickly. I’m even reading multiple books of multiple genres at once, but it doesn’t fill this gap I feel.
It’s a gap I know well. Ever since I started taking my writing seriously it crops up from time to time, but it’s never lasted this long. There’s nothing specific that breaks it. A moment arrives where the flow returns, and I can’t wait. I can’t wait for the moment, when I get caught up in my characters so much that I don’t want to leave the computer for fear the moment will end, when I laugh and cry at the world I’ve created, when I know it’s right and don’t second guess every sentence.
The only thing I’m feeling positive about now is working out and the Volvo Ocean Race (I can’t wait to learn how to sail in the summer) – crazy I know.