Hello, fans of David! Don’t you worry, while I’m monopolizing his blog today, he’s hopped over to Marcia Richard’s blog, who’s actually on my blog and… it’s a wonderful circle. Just follow the breadcrumbs! As for me, I’ll just get down to business.
I’ve been feeling completely uninspired lately. Usually, I blame everything else but myself…
1. My friends are all over my case and won’t let me work;
2. My job’s making me tired and I don’t have time to write.
3. My dog ate the homework… or uh, I mean the outlines.
Except this time… my friends are supportive of my work; I don’t have a job right now, and I don’t have a dog… or cat… or even a fish. (Mainly because I’m scared for their health.)
So what’s wrong this time? What can possibly keep me away from my muse?
Myself. The answer’s always me. Because whatever happens, we can make lemonade or we can sulk in a corner with a bunch of lemons. Somehow, I tangled myself in this twist by being my own worst enemy. You know what I did? I set too many goals…
I’m pretty sure at some point goal-setting turns the other cheek when you overdo it. As with anything else, obsession twists something good and useful into something bad and dysfunctional. I’ve always taken things to extremes, but this time it’s taking its toll on my creativity.
And what am I without inspiration?
So I’ve made dozens of lists: to-do lists, grocery lists, lists of blog posts, events, birthdays, bucket lists… and somewhere along the way I forgot that list-making is just the first step to success. (Granted, you can do without a list, but bear with me here.) But I actually got stuck on the list-making bit. I try to achieve those goals but then I’d make a new list, and on and on.
It’s a sickness. I have started so many projects online and off that I’m basically on autopilot. Which means that sometimes I forget things, overlook people, and fail to get inspired.
Even now I’m feeling as if this post is lacking the meat I usually bring to the mix. It’s like all of this crazy multitasking/goal-setting has taken away the secret magic ingredient. And my muse is probably sulking in the corner because I forgot to bring the sugar and all she has to work with are lemons. But muses need more than that. Muses need to be appreciated.
So now I’m faced with the blank sheet, which I’m supposed to fill with my NaNoWriMo plot outline. And I’m looking forward to it because NaNo is such a great way to let myself go! But the page has been staring for a week now and ideas are flying in and out of my head, none of them strong enough to hold my attention for too long in-between projects.
I’ve put more WIP’s in drawers than clothes! It’s a sickness.
I call this sickness Project hyperactivity Disorder (PhD) because once you’re in project mode, you can’t get out of it sane (especially if you’re me). If you do get out, you’ll probably suffer Project Withdrawal. It’s a vicious circle, one you do not want to end up in, especially if you’re planning to write a novel next month.
So this is a cautionary tale. It’s what happens when you set your goals too high, make one too many lists, and start too many projects at once. I know I can’t be alone in this, so is there anyone out there who can relate? How do you find your way back to inspiration?
Lyn Midnight writes in various genres and formats (fantasy, scifi, poetry), and likes to blog about anything her heart desires over at Lyn Midnight Against the Odds. She is currently working on a sci-fi novel and managing another blog – WriMos FTW! – where she invites fellow WriMos to guest-blog and spread the madness. The person behind the handle is a Psychology graduate and eternal nomad, trying to make her big break somewhere in England. Long live the Queen! And long live our dreams.