As the end of the year and the holidays approach, I find myself falling into something resembling a nap with my eyes open. I can’t seem to concentrate on anything for very long. Of course, this makes writing and revision very difficult. I pull up the document, stare at it for a good five minutes, then minimize it and start doing something else that’s a complete waste of time.
Everyone has moments like these. We fear that we’ll be trapped in this stupor for a long time, unable to claw our way out. But I wouldn’t call the stupor “writer’s block” per se. I am getting ideas… ideas for new stories that I know I won’t have time (or the inclination, really) to write.
This stupor doesn’t just affect writing. I wanted to get some cleaning done, but I can’t seem to get started. As with most household chores, getting started is the hard part. Dragging the vacuum cleaner from the closet, putting soap on the sponge, taking the glass cleaner from the cabinet… then once you’re actually doing the task, it’s not that bad. Writing is the same way. Sometimes the hardest part is opening the document, or finding the notebook where you’ve scribbled your ideas.
I hope that with the coming of the new year, I will feel a sense of purpose again. But deep inside, I know that a fresh new year won’t magically make me motivated. I suppose it’s time to bite the bullet and drag the vacuum out of the closet… open that Word document full of story plans… and get to work. The only way out is through, right?