Dried up, down and out

I can’t seem to make any progress on anything. I just feel dried up. Every idea seems half-baked. I can’t stand to contemplate writing. I can’t even play video games competently. My weekend is all booked, so I’m leaving myself with two days to write the next working review and five days to write episode 2 of HoC. And no, I haven’t made a start on either one.

I’ve never learned any way to combat these moods. It’s not laziness, exactly, because I want to write. It’s like trying to draw water from a dry well. With a deadline looming, I know that I will manage to write. I will force myself to get shit done. I’m good at that. But I hate when writing turns into drudgery. I know it can’t be writing with wings every day (I haven’t found a way yet, at any rate), but it would be nice to look at a keyboard and feel something other than an intense urge to go take a three week nap.

ETA: Okay, something helpful:

In planning for NaNoWriMo, I went through my running files of neat stuff that I might want to play with sometime. I had a whole list of vaguely related items that I thought might fit into the idea that I had. So tonight, I broke out that list and put each item on its own page in a word document. Ten minute timer set. Free wrote about the first one. Got some interesting world-building or special physics type ideas. Think I might end up with a ghost story. I’ll try to do the others tomorrow evening. I feel less awful now, if nothing else. But I might also be getting some useful ideas.

Published by Joyce Sully

Joyce Sully believes in magic and dragons and ghosts, but is not convinced her next-door neighbors are real. So she writes stories. Really, what else could she do?