It’s actually happened! I can’t believe that I’ve done it!
I found an hour of quiet to write!
I know this doesn’t sound like much, but it’s huge to me. It’s the most I’ve been able to sit down and write in a very long time. Almost a year actually. Here I am now, sitting in the den in our new house (renos are FINALLY finished!), kids are asleep, it’s quiet and I’m watching the snow fall. It’s peaceful. I’ve even thrown in the treat of a mini Haagen-Dazs Salted Caramel Gelato.
The problem? I feel like I’ve lost my creativity.
I found something similar after graduating University. I loved creative writing in high school. I was constantly writing stories, poems, even articles for a local newspaper. Then it all stopped in University. five years of essays, midterms and memorization killed my creativity. It wasn’t for another seven years that I got it back.
My stumbling block this time? Diapers, naps, cleaning, school/dance/skating schedules. Life happened. Believe me, I am in no way blaming anyone other than me but it’s tough. The struggle is real.
But here I am, back in the saddle. I’m in my little piece of the house that I can be me. Be the writer that I want to me. Be the writer that I think I am in my head.
Now only if the story would come…