Dealing with block

[Hypoxia]

Mea culpa: I've not really written for some months. I partly blame improved home life -- my partner, no longer grieving and distant, sits beside me most days now and I can't write pr0n then. Partly it's a lack of will -- I don't feel driven to write. Story ideas still attack me and I record them. Throw me in a remote cabin for a few weeks and I'll likely churn-em out. Irish coffee helps.

What's a block? You WANT to write something but can't, or won't or, don't bother to. Or you DON'T want to write but you feel you must. Who sets your obligations? But writing releases those feel-good endolphins. What is it if you just don't fucking feel like getting into the creative state? Senility?

[note: yes, I used endolphins for endorphins, plagiarizing Steve Martin. So sue me.]

 

[cfuhrer]

I've no problem letting something sit and circling back to it. I refer to it as letting my subconscious labor on it for a bit. I add them to my list of unfinished projects (writing and crafting) knowing I'll get back to them someday. I'd wager that I've got a dozen "ladies in waiting"; some will be finished out, others will be combined into longer works.