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dragonjournal) wrote2024-12-17 12:05 pm
dragonjournal) wrote2024-12-17 12:05 pm
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I dunno about y’all, but I am tired. I’m that bone deep weary that you’re pretty sure you could sleep for a week get up, drink something and go right back to bed.
I’m at the brink of breaking into sobs, I’m so tired. Physically, emotionally, creatively.
I’m ready to throw it all in and say to hell with it.
And, folks, I’m here to say: That’s okay
I’m not going to give you permission to suck. That’s been granted. What I am telling you is that you can take that moment, lock the kids out of your bedroom, flop on your face and scream into the pillow. Obviously, if you have little, little ones, don’t do this, but trust me, even toddlers can be left alone for two minutes while you go scream out your angst about the fact that you can’t write, that you don’t have time, that the words are not there… whatever your need to scream about.
Look, we’re all tired. It’s the state of the world, the state of being anymore. You have my permission to be tired. You have my permission to not write until the holidays are over, the parties are done and the new year begun. Don’t worry about writing.
Honestly, I’m going to take my own advice and not write the entire rest of December. Once this post is done (I’m writing this on the first.) no more writing. No more frantic need to make words. No more desperation to make word count/day count. No more need to get to my computer when I have five minutes.
Just like with your day job - if that’s not creative writing - we need a vacation sometimes. We need that time off to recharge and to just rest the brain meats, and let the creativity relax on a beach somewhere. Guess what’s the perfect time for that little creative vacation?
I know, I know. It’s the end of the year and you’re so close. Fine. If you can do that and carry that energy into the New Year? Good luck.
If you can’t? That’s fine. Come sit with me in the corner. Hockey’s on TV and there are kitties!
Really, I don’t see the point of pushing at the end. You’re not going to do anything but burn yourself out for the next year. And then you’ll be in the position of not making next year’s pledge. Which no one wants.
It’s the end of the year. We’ve pushed ourselves for 12 months, trying to write write write write. These last two weeks of the year? Relax, enjoy yourself. Have a great Yule, do all the fun things you told yourself you weren’t allowed to do because there was writing to be done. Viddy games? Sure. Baking? Absolutely. Staring blankly at the wall with drool slowly crawling down your chin? Not gonna judge.
So hit me. What would you do if you didn’t write? What would you read/draw/whatever?
Me? I’m turning on hockey and teaching myself to crochet. I’m cuddling with the cats, ignoring the growing pile of laundry and making sure that there is a steady stream of games going on every minute I can.
Tell me, GYWO: Writing is not necessary, what’re you doing?
I’m at the brink of breaking into sobs, I’m so tired. Physically, emotionally, creatively.
I’m ready to throw it all in and say to hell with it.
And, folks, I’m here to say: That’s okay
I’m not going to give you permission to suck. That’s been granted. What I am telling you is that you can take that moment, lock the kids out of your bedroom, flop on your face and scream into the pillow. Obviously, if you have little, little ones, don’t do this, but trust me, even toddlers can be left alone for two minutes while you go scream out your angst about the fact that you can’t write, that you don’t have time, that the words are not there… whatever your need to scream about.
Look, we’re all tired. It’s the state of the world, the state of being anymore. You have my permission to be tired. You have my permission to not write until the holidays are over, the parties are done and the new year begun. Don’t worry about writing.
Honestly, I’m going to take my own advice and not write the entire rest of December. Once this post is done (I’m writing this on the first.) no more writing. No more frantic need to make words. No more desperation to make word count/day count. No more need to get to my computer when I have five minutes.
Just like with your day job - if that’s not creative writing - we need a vacation sometimes. We need that time off to recharge and to just rest the brain meats, and let the creativity relax on a beach somewhere. Guess what’s the perfect time for that little creative vacation?
I know, I know. It’s the end of the year and you’re so close. Fine. If you can do that and carry that energy into the New Year? Good luck.
If you can’t? That’s fine. Come sit with me in the corner. Hockey’s on TV and there are kitties!
Really, I don’t see the point of pushing at the end. You’re not going to do anything but burn yourself out for the next year. And then you’ll be in the position of not making next year’s pledge. Which no one wants.
It’s the end of the year. We’ve pushed ourselves for 12 months, trying to write write write write. These last two weeks of the year? Relax, enjoy yourself. Have a great Yule, do all the fun things you told yourself you weren’t allowed to do because there was writing to be done. Viddy games? Sure. Baking? Absolutely. Staring blankly at the wall with drool slowly crawling down your chin? Not gonna judge.
So hit me. What would you do if you didn’t write? What would you read/draw/whatever?
Me? I’m turning on hockey and teaching myself to crochet. I’m cuddling with the cats, ignoring the growing pile of laundry and making sure that there is a steady stream of games going on every minute I can.
Tell me, GYWO: Writing is not necessary, what’re you doing?