So the 27th was my 37th Birthday. Go me!
Anyhow, I had arranged to take a three-day week-end from my two jobs with the intention of reveling in some me time. One of the things I have/had/hope to do, before this week-end is over is to get some substantial writing done on my new column in Thorn.
I am discovering though that trying to say something resonant and meaningful is a lot tougher when you are trying to do in months in advance!
There have also been several times where I have tried to sit down to work on my Fantasy novel/world stuff for my collaboration with my dear friend Incubus, and my Aphrodite novel project, and any number of articles and I just feel kind of flat-lined… creatively speaking.
I suspect part of this is a lack of discipline on my part, and my old, old, friend… fear of failure. Time was I would let FoF stop me from doing things, I would let myself be miserable rather than trying to do stuff that fed my spirit becuse I was more afraid of even a small failure than I was of stagnation…
It’s rather like being less afraid of drowning than of looking silly clinging to the life-preserver!
of course now I am feeling a little less creatively blocked… maybe I just need to commit to a daily free-writing here…