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So, in 2020 it finally happened: I lost my writing mojo, and it was TERRIBLE. I felt hamstrung: creativity is how I keep my brain happy and functional, but suddenly my solace had become a chore. It suuuckkked.
It didn't help that things on here were also...fraught.
BUT.
It didn't help that things on here were also...fraught.
BUT.
Lately, things have been slowly shifting, for the better. I spent more time thinking than writing, and it really helped.
Also, there are some wonderful, supportive folk here, folk like @timwaggoner, who sent me a trove of links and supportive advice like:
https://writinginthedarktw.blogspot.com/2020/03/writing-during-difficult-times.html?m=1
Also, there are some wonderful, supportive folk here, folk like @timwaggoner, who sent me a trove of links and supportive advice like:
https://writinginthedarktw.blogspot.com/2020/03/writing-during-difficult-times.html?m=1
I also threw myself into the genre again to try and reconnect. One of the best and most enthusiastic interviews I heard recently was this one, with @JoshMalerman on the @ThisIsHorror podcast. Infectious joy for the craft, which is so appreciated in these times.
I started collaborating again with amazing women like @HightowerLaurel, @cinapelayo and so many more fiercely talented, brilliant people I'm lucky to have in my sphere. Their successes literally spur me on to better things.
I slid back into art, including a collab with the inimitable @WondrousSound, who lets me doodle things for his incredible music and that brings me enormous joy.
I stepped back from toxicity and conflict, which I'm pathalogically allergic to, and you may think my Dad Joke Gemma persona is slightly unhinged, but she helps me to keep this platform manageable and safe and enjoyable.
And I went on a fuck off massive holiday away from my house, which had become a prison cell, and spent time outdoors, eating, walking, thinking, sleeping, getting rained on and not staring at my computer in a hopeless, dreary funk
There are projects on the horizon that I'm genuinely able to get excited about again. Podcasts, scripts, art, books, audio books, screenplays...all the things. It feels awesome to have that ahead of me, and I'm so damn lucky.
And the BEST THING is that my mojo is slowly, slowly creeping back in, like a chilly finger of autumn mist creeping across a lake at dawn...
Or something
Or something
AND I'M EXCITED TO WRITE AGAIN
