It’s no secret I’ve had little luck with writing lately. I’m not going to repeat the reasons here. But I have learned a few things while I haven’t been writing much.
Stories keep piling up.
I keep thinking about different story ideas. And they don’t stop. They’re in my mind, and they keep multiplying.
Taking other creative avenues.
I’m still remaining creative. My creativity has moved largely to YouTube. With my new science channel, I’ve been working a lot more on the editing and trying to make it look better.
I’m not reading more.
I’m writing less, but I’m not reading more. My reading seems to suffer when I don’t write. Why would that be?
Being busy doesn’t help.
I’ve been busy in many ways. This really doesn’t help my writing. If my days were simpler, I’d be able to write a lot more. But life isn’t simple.
While I may not be writing much, I’m still thinking about the books I want to write. And I want to write many.
I’m sure most writers have writer’s block. Well, sometimes, the writing just won’t come out for other reasons.
In my life, I tend to have problems writing because I can’t concentrate on anything at home at times, mostly due to my daughter. It’s difficult to write when she’s around. When she sees me on my computer, it’s her cue to come over, point at my computer, and shout, “Anpanman!” It’s her favourite TV show and she loves dancing to one of the songs. I can write after she’s gone to bed or while she’s napping, though.
But another thing that makes it difficult is when someone you’ve known for a long time passes away. I learned this morning that an old high school classmate of mine passed away from skin cancer. She’s a mother of two young children, so I’m also thinking about them. Robin, you were too young.
We weren’t close, but it still makes me stop and think. I may write another post tonight, if I have the time. I’ll probably work on Journey to Ariadne during my break at work, though.