If my paycheck depended on my writing output, I’d be standing in line with my application for unemployment benefits. I haven’t written anything substantial in over a month. My character development stories for novel #2 are in an indefinite holding pattern. The storylines for that novel have been banished from my mind and are skeletons on paper patiently waiting for me to bring them to life.
They will have to wait longer.
I could lament my lack of progress and berate myself for not writing, but I won’t. That is what I would have done two years ago, and all that would do is trigger an Oreo cookie eating binge and days of guilt over the indulgence. Not that this has ever happened, mind you.
I choose to look at it differently. My creativity isn’t dying on the vine; it’s merely stretching in different directions (out of necessity.)
I’m not writing fiction at the moment, but I am writing something, whether for scouts or a sporadic blog post. (We won’t mention my even more infrequent blog post reading/commenting, okay? I plan to do some catching up on that this weekend!)
Here are some of my creativity and/or writing credits this past week:
- Researched and planned a picture game with 18 poisonous and non-poisonous plants and reptiles. (The boys divided into two teams and tried to determine which ones were poisonous.)
- Studied producers, consumers and decomposers (in nature – not politics) and prepared an exercise to test if the scouts understood the ecosystem.
- I instructed the boys on how to build a worm habitat. If the worms are still alive in two weeks, I’ll call it a success.
- This evening I wrote a lengthy email to the Cub Scout Pack Trainer with my questions about the Webelos program. I’m sure she will be ecstatic to read my latest work. She may even ask me to autograph it.
- I wrote two mildly entertaining blog posts. (Okay, I exaggerated – I wrote two blog posts that may or may not have been a complete waste of time to read.)
Sure, I’m a little frustrated at the absence of fiction writing in my life right now. I miss making stuff up. I dream of writing; of having a couple hours to make a story. But to keep my attitude from heading south for the winter, I’m choosing to look on the bright side – my accomplishments noted above .
That’s right, my glass is not just half full – it’s overflowing!
How do you cope with the ebb and flow of writing? Do you go with it, or fight it?