I didn't really do anything different this year than any other year, but I feel like I'm caught up in some kind of limbo where I have zero productivity. I'm about seven chapters into a brand new story that I haven't touched in almost a month. I have some simple rewrites to do for my publisher on my next release, and even though there isn't a lot and I could probably knock the first round out fairly quickly, this is the closest I've come to even touching my laptop in at least two weeks.
I pulled together just enough energy tonight to write about not writing.
Yep, that sounds like me.
Now, I know the holidays can be draining for everyone; I certainly don't think I'm alone in that. But this year has been particularly difficult to drag my ass back into gear after the tinsel has settled. I think the biggest difference is that I lost my mother earlier this year and this was my first Christmas without her. I think I held it together pretty well with all things considered, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel her absence like a giant elephant in the room.
It also doesn't help that I work a full time job during the week with a 90 minute commute each way. By the time I get home I'm a freaking zombie and the last thing I want to do is try to concentrate and force something that I love to let happen at its own pace. Throw in the added stress of the holidays and I'm ready to hibernate for at least another month.
|Trying to write after work|
Are any of you other writers out there going through the same thing? A nasty holiday hangover that stole all your energy and left you feeling just... meh? I'd love to hear that I'm not the only one out there.
In the meantime... I think I'll just take a nap.