Gimme a Sense of Purpose
If only I had Chrissie Hynde at my disposal right now...
I am at a loss right now. Everything is off kilter. I settle down to write and nothing happens. I try to gain peace, but solace is never there. I am anxious. I am tired. I am annoyed. I am angry.
St. John of the Cross once referred to this feeling as a Dark Night of the Soul. I feel rather silly comparing this...this...ennui...to what a Carmelite Priest may have endured in Spain during the 1500s. But still. Here I am.
Tired, discouraged, and with no direction at all.
I am at a loss right now. Everything is off kilter. I settle down to write and nothing happens. I try to gain peace, but solace is never there. I am anxious. I am tired. I am annoyed. I am angry.
St. John of the Cross once referred to this feeling as a Dark Night of the Soul. I feel rather silly comparing this...this...ennui...to what a Carmelite Priest may have endured in Spain during the 1500s. But still. Here I am.
Tired, discouraged, and with no direction at all.
posted by rennratt at 12:58 PM
9 Comments:
Me, too. And a sense of waiting, impatiently. Can't do much of anything until I nail down a date for eye surgery, then have to start planning how to work around it.
I'm so sorry, Renn. I wish there was something I could do to help.
{{hugs}} and I hope it's better soon. Whatever IT is.
Ouch. I know that place. Are you still working on your script? Are any of the characters based on real people? I find that having a giantass fight with one of my characters stokes me to write.
This too shall pass. :) -the Other Krissy
It is for just this reason that I have an anonymous blog. I free write there, about all the things that are too sensitive or that involve other people, or whatever. I highly recommend the practice.
PS I love you, dude.
This, too, shall pass. Give yourself permission to think on *nothing* for a bit. Wind down. I find my "wind down" places in my hammock or in bed on my left side (it evens out the blood pressure and feels mighty good to the back). You'll find yours... {{{Hugs}}}
I've found that two things tend to provoke the muse when nothing else will. (1) A really bad breakup or (2) Really, really good sex.
I recommend Door #2.
Highly.
For reals.
*grin*
*sigh*
why not run to the local grab n' Go, get a bag of circus peanuts, and decorate your bathroom mirror with them?
It always works for me. :)
Here's to better days ahead.
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