Hope you turned your clock forward – or you were late this morning 🙂
The time for winter to pass has been long overdue for me. I wrote a post about The Doldrums not too long ago and I’m extremely grateful to be out of them.
Much like Arturuo must have been in The Never Ending Story 🙂
During November, I write like a madwoman for the NanoWriMo. I hit my word count before Thanksgiving so I can relax (???) during the Holiday season. And when that’s over – Winter is in full force and the Doldrums have taken up residence in my head.
In January, I open the chaos I created in November, and cry. I watch helplessly as my author buddies are posting their word counts and cheering each other for their amazing achievements.
During the next two months, I have hard time getting off the couch and getting coffee!
I tell myself I’ll clean house instead – but then walk into a room, turn right around, and walk back out.
This is when I feel woefully inadequate, which brings on the insecurity, and leads to the horrible voice in my head.
I watch complete seasons of various television shows in a very short time. I get to know the TV characters very well, and I talk about them as if I actually know them, as if they were really my friends. I use them in conversations and compare what they would have done in a real-life situation.
Example: Sandy and were watching Cold Justice on Saturday. In a nutshell – when the bones were found and there were no DNA samples, and needed to connect the dump site to the murderer, I turned to Sandy and told her Bones and Hodges could do that with their eyes closed.
It’s time like these; she looks at me and blinks slowly. I can see the gears turning, I know she’s trying to decide what to say, and whether or not it would get her in trouble. Usually, she smiles and nods, then goes back to watching the television.
She loves me 🙂
By, the way, I‘m still traumatized over Zach.
The sun comes out and the weather warms just enough to open the windows, and have that clean air come in while I’m working. The barely-there scent of grass coming up from the thawed soil, the hint of flowers to come in a stray breeze. And across the street, white and pink blossoms are budding on various trees – serving me notice.
The time of creativity is here.
Explosions of ideas and directions to take my writing. I have titles and ideas for seven (!) new books, Another series, and I’ve attacked The Deadening, Shade’s Story – with a vengeance!
It’s an exciting time.
The notes I read during the dark time no longer say “Loser. What a crappy idea.” Instead, they say “Wow! That’s freaking awesome Yvonne!”