I dropped completely off the radar there for a while – okay much longer than a while – but it seems I finally found the urge to blog again. It’s also interesting to realise all my blogging enthusiasm was around this time last year too.
Though I laid the foundations in November 2014 I didn’t start posting regularly until late February 2015.
And though I haven’t been blogging I have been observing my creativity and discovered it has seasons.
For the past few months I have had nothing to do with drawing/painting and completely dropped out of all social media. But for good reason.
I started writing a book.
I read so many Jack Reacher novels last year I was overcome with the urge to write a thriller novel and threw myself into the challenge.
“I’m doing this no matter how long it takes,” I told anyone who would listen.
And I wrote more than 60,000 words.
Trouble is I kept re-starting. So instead of a 60,000 word novel (would only have to do 30,000 more for a decent first draft) I have the first few chapters of six variations of the same thing.
Turns out it’s actually really hard to write a book and I have no idea where to go from here.
But the good news is I’m completely fine with that. It’s everyone else that has the problem.
My husband and my mum both bet their retirement on my phenomenal success as a published author while I was just trying to have some fun.
What is wrong with people?
“I’m allowed to be shit at this!” I want to scream at them. “I’m just being creative, stop putting me under so much pressure.”
But I guess that’s how I got all blocked up in the first place.
So I’m blocking out their words instead of my own creativity and finding that life is quite wonderful just as it is.
Thought I’d finish with something I saw on Pinterest:
The Creative Process
- This is awesome
- This is tricky
- This is crap
- I am crap
- This might be OK
- This is awesome.