I have a confession to make. I am enmeshed in the longest stretch of solid-cold writer’s block I’ve had since my professional career began. It’s been almost four weeks since I wrote a story.
Now, admittedly this has a lot of external causes. A freakish travel schedule, two real estate transactions going at the same time, and I am profoundly and pointlessly stressed out about the upcoming release of Mainspring [ Powell’s | Amazon ]. While I do know the difference between constructive worry and wheel-spinning, at the moment my distraction factor is somewhere north of warp nine.
I figure that one point of this journal is to tell the bad along with the good, for the sake of perspective. You could say I’m suffering from too much success right now &mdash all of the above mentioned items are good. Whatever the case, it’s pretty much derailed my concentration and my focus. I’ll be back on the horse soon enough, sans peur, sans doute, but right now those reins are moving just ahead of my fingertips as she backs away from me with a wicked look in her eyes.
If you’re wondering about my coping strategy, it’s pretty much this: let things happen. Everything that’s up my nose right now is time-based, and will resolve between now and JayCon. I know from past experience with stressors that pushing myself against them is pointless, and I have a pretty rapid-fire emotional cycle. Still, it’s frustrating to be in the middle of this process.