I’m no criminal , but I love this Fiona Apple song. What does it have to do with this post? Little, but this song is stuck in my head, so…
Lately, I’ve been stressed. Really stressed. Work has been busier that usual, I’ve been feeling under the weather, and my time management skills have eluded me.
Usually, when I get this way I just sit down and write. Write whatever comes to my mind: lists, scenes to my next novel, short stories, whatever. After a few hours (or a few days), I’d be able to put everything in prospective and do what needs to be done. This time, it hasn’t happened. I just haven’t taken the time to write.
I know, I know. Terrible, right? I’d gotten myself in such a state that it was ruining my sleep patterns, and I’d stay awake all night, just to sleep all day the next day.
So why does this make me a bad writer? Because in addition to the stress I mentioned earlier, I’ve let myself stress out about writing, too. I have blog post commitments, short stories I’d like to submit to contests, and a second novel to work on. These are thing that I typically relish in and can’t wait to delve into. But lately, I haven’t been up to it.
I know I’m not the only writer that gets stressed out sometimes, and I also know that I’ll get through this funk. In fact, I googled and came up with this great post about stress and writing:
What about you? Do you write to de-stress? Does writing stress you out sometimes?