It’s been a quick few weeks. I don’t want to say “rough”, more just tiring.
Work has been really busy. I’m gradually getting into the swing of things there. I’ve halfway started to work out again. I finally got The Rise of Aredor books relaunched. I finished a novella. I got my edits back for The Wolf Prince.
And I haven’t really written anything in three weeks.
And I haven’t wanted to.
Even with all this bookish awesomeness going on, I haven’t really felt like a writer. It’s weird. I haven’t wanted to write. I’m kind of at that point where I’m thinking everything is crap. I’m stuck on my one (it’s taken forever to get down to that number!) WIP.
But I get home in the evenings, often after having finished up a day’s worth of paperwork, or with paperwork to finish at home. My brain is fried from treating kids all day. And I pretty much make dinner, crash on the couch, and Netflix.
And I have no interest in any of my stories. I’ve barely been thinking about them. I vaguely think about starting something new, but still not terribly interested. And I firmly tell myself I need to finish everything before I start something new.
But even with all of that, I don’t think it’s a bad thing to take a break.
We all need one. Especially when life gets hectic. You have to remember that there’s life outside your writing. Life outside your worlds. Even introvert me is preferring to go socialize with live people instead of write, so I guess you know it’s bad. 😛
And as has been the case before, when I’ve gotten in this slump/mood, I’m slowly breaking out of it. I forced myself to do some edits on my Snow White novella this week and sent it to my sisters who have loved it so far. (They’re a tough crowd, usually. :P).
Then last night among doing laundry and starting to watch the new show The Gifted, I started brainstorming parts of a new story. Granted one that won’t be written for awhile. See above with finishing my dang current problem child of a WIP.
So, who knows? I might sit down and write tonight. Or I might just read one of the two books I’ve been working on for weeks now. After paperwork, cooking, tackling the pile of dirty dishes, and folding the stupid laundry. This adulting thing is little to no fun. 😛
It’s funny, we all know that we need breaks, that writing does not actually equal life, that it’s ok to hate what we write. But we still beat ourselves up about it anyway. Writers are funny people. So I decided this week that I’m not going to stress about it. I know that I’ll get back into the swing of things soon enough. This is one case where I will not write until I feel like it.
And now to you. What do you do when you hit writing/reading slumps? How do you tell yourself it’s ok to take a break?