My writing mojo appears to be returning (yay!). In part, this is certainly due to the real-life F1 antics of Red Bull and, latterly, Ferrari, but I think also the fact that I’ve been able to allow my mojo a rest has helped.
3.46pm, 28 June 2010
This has been sitting on my laptop for a while, but due to a 33% increase in my working week and life in general being busy, today’s the first chance I’ve had to post it! Read the rest of this entry »
5.45pm, 17 May 2010
Although FT has been put on the backburner, I still intend to finish it one day. My creative writing ability wilts dramatically under pressure, and now the pressure’s been removed, I can feel the cliched green shoots of recovery beginning to stir. However, they’re still tiny, so I’m not going to push it.
In the meantime, I’m focussing on achieving another ambition. Passing my Direct Access Motorcycle test.
After my accident in December, I was well aware that it’d be a long road a) to recovery and b) to get back onto a motorbike (without even considering passing my test). Thankfully, although my knee ligaments were bruised (and probably sprained) there was no permanent damage, and physio has meant that I’m almost back to normal* aside from a quite impressive scar, and an inability to cope with high-heeled shoes**.
What surprised me was just how much the mind influences what we do – and how little we’re aware of its workings. Getting back on a motorbike and continuing to learn to ride has been a real, intense battle of my will versus my emotions and gut reactions. So many times, I’ve been close to saying “stuff it” and giving up.
And yet … I haven’t.
I am a stubborn bugger (as my long-suffering husband would say), and I’ve consciously made the choice, over and over again, that I’m going to continue with it.
Finally, some 8 weeks since I restarted lessons, it’s beginning to pay off.
I’ll finish this when it isn’t tea time (not that I like food … or anything!).
*As normal as I get, anyway.
**Like I wore them much, anyway.
10.11am, 10 May 2010
After a lot of thought, I’ve called a halt to publishing FT.
It’s not right at the moment: I’m really not happy with it, yet I’m stuck in the awful position where I can’t actually do anything about it. (Writer’s block … several metres of impermeable concrete, at the moment.)
I’m not prepared to go for it, unless I feel like what’s going to press is the best that I can do. At the moment, it isn’t. Much as I’m sad to be announcing this, I think it’s the right call.
I want to thank all at Canaan Press for their support and encouragement, and understanding of my decision.
1.21pm, 25 April 2010
Not sure what’s going on at the moment. In a sort of Austin Powers fashion, I seem to have lost my writing mojo.
My creativity seems to have completely disappeared. Not only have I lost whatever it was that fed ideas to me, I’ve lost 99.9% of my urge to write. I’ve no idea where I left it, or in fact where it could’ve gone. I don’t know when – or if – it’ll be back. It didn’t even have the decency to leave me a goodbye note or set an out-of-office.
For someone who wants* to be a writer, this is kind of embarrassing.
*As my day job involves writing, I suppose I still am a writer. Just a technical one, rather than a creative one.
