Writing gives me great joy and yet when I struggle with anxiety or depression the words stop flowing. That is why this name of my site felt so apropos, because some days we’re just trying to find the words to express ourselves.
My novel currently sits in some sort of limbo. And that is okay. Or at least that is what I have to keep telling myself. I haven’t filmed anything for YouTube, nor recorded any of my pieces , nor have I written anything new outside of my RPG in ages. Some days I have to work really hard not to beat myself up for that and find compassion for the fact that my health has not been great in recent weeks and recovery takes time. My body will be ready when it’s ready and not a minute before.
My novel sits at the same place it was before: Waiting for me to work on Chapter 17. I realized I have some plotting to do and I need the scenes that are coming up next to be more clear in my head. It’s time for proper percolation. So while I surf the waves of depression and anxiety my flare-up of fibromyalgia cause, I spend time in my garden, tending plants and sitting amongst the beauty.
Sometimes you have to just let the idea of inspiration go. The words will arrive in due time.