I'm going through one of those periods when the well it empty: I can't seem to come up with new ideas. Or at least any ideas worth sharing. This is part of the rhythm of the creative life. I've been doing this long enough that times like this no longer make me panic. I just take it as a sign I need to withdraw into myself a bit more, be quiet and wait. And trust that the muse will smile on me again. Luckily, we've had a bit of nice weather lately which means I've been able to get out for some long walks. Walking acts like a vitamin on my creativity. So, if you are wondering where I am, I'm probably out walking in the half-melted snow, daydreaming.
Hope the ideas are flowing at your desk, though!
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This must be why I have so many unfinished projects lying around--whenever I run out of steam on one, I can switch to working on another or dig an old draft out of the drawer or start taking notes for an idea I once scribbled on a napkin. Bill Roorbach once told me he likes to work on longform writing during the week and switch to shorter stuff--an essay, a story--on the weekends, just to keep things fresh. Or was it that he worked on nonfiction during the week and fiction on the weekend? Anyway, the point was he had a handful of disparate projects in the works at any one time, so he could always keep the writing going simply by switching gears, and I try to live by that. Doesn't always work for me, which is why the Universe, in all Its wisdom, handed down unto Humanity the gift of Video Games and YouTube, but still....
So far, so good for me. Toronto is a nice city to walk.
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