Solace
So when I came home last night, my work in progress was open.
Writing is truly a solace at times.
When I feel ANXIETY? I cannot write. Just can't. Words don't come and the great cloud of anxiety sits above my head.
But sadness? I found I wanted to climb into my fake world. My fake world--my work-in-progress--isn't a happy one. But I found that breathing in that world is easier, that I like wandering amongst the characters.
Escape? Solace? Your playground? What are the times you seek to be in your work-in-progress and when can you not even open the file?
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The reason why I started truly writing with a purpose was because I needed to not be broken by what was happening in my own life. I needed an alternate reality in which to dwell. But I have found that there is a clear line. At times the stress is too much and immobilizes my ability to write.
Expressing emotions through my characters is an important outlet, one that I hope is serving you right now.
I'm still sending thoughts and prayers your way.
I've been having trouble writing because I just have so much to do. The house is a disaster, christmas isn't all decorated, we have no tree yet, there are parties every night and crits to read and catch up work on Electric Spec due to technical difficulties, a teaching job to apply for...
You get the picture. Yes. I'm ready to climb in. But today I'm going to spend a few hours on the house and getting my ducks in a row. Then I'll be able to settle down.
I dive into my writing to create some form of reality, a reality that becomes my whole world when I'm in it. Those characters, they are my people.
Sometimes anxiety is a block for me, too.
Anxiety is a huge creativity suck. I can't function either when stress-monster bites, so you are not alone.
If not for my make believe world, I'd probably swallow some Valium with a vodka chaser. (Not really. I don't own any Valium.)
I believe that for many artists, personal collapse drives their creative muse, something normal people wouldn't understand.
I've struggled with anxiety issues all my life. For me, reading is my escape. Anxiety gets in the way of my writing.
I sat down to write away my tears. I just stopped by to see how you were doing before I begin.
Heather:
I can remember journaling in third grade. Writing was always some sort of solace to me.
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Starbucks:
Given the last few days . . . I haven't STARTED Christmas shopping except for some online stuff. It's terrifying. But the last few days have also taught me . . . it is what it is. There are more important things than some of what I fret about.
And my house? A disaster. LOL!
Paul:
You sound like me.
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kath:
Yes. Amazing insight.
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Joe:
Ditto.
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Richmond:
You are too sweet. And I brought your gifts to them yesterday. They were beyond touched.
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