Since completing and submitting my Honours thesis earlier this month, I have viewed writing, and even my laptop, with suspicion and contempt. After sitting daily in front of a screen for months, my mind being stretched and growing tired of my topic, I did not see a way to continue. I didn’t want to write.
Wait, what? Is that true? Did I just spend over four years at university – to say nothing of the HECS debt – honing a craft that I have no intention of following through?
No, that is not it. Of course I want to write. I thoroughly enjoy composing something from a blank page. But I began to view it as a chore. I ignored some of my freelance work, taking for granted that the offer to write for these people would always be there. Today, however, I gave myself a metaphorical slap in the face. I knew I had to start again, and as the good old cliche states, ‘there’s no time like the present’.
So today, I got back on the horse.
And you know what? I loved it. My output was great; two separate articles, both of which needed fairly extensive research on my part to plump them out. In between writing, I made cupcakes for the children as an after-school snack. I feel wonderful.
So what? I hear you all say. What does this have to do with me? Well, I guess I view it as a form of encouragement. If you are struggling, in any way, take a needed break, for sure. But do not let it drag out, only increasing your fear or contempt of beginning again. Take the break and then take the leap.
We all grow tired. Life can feel too much, and even our pleasures in life can seem overwhelming. For me, writing had become overwhelming. But my break, of about three weeks, was just the hiatus I needed.
Now, let’s bring on NaNoWriMo