Sometimes writing gets hard. It gets really, really hard. Its isolation can be matched by the drive to do it. Feel glum chum? Read on…
Five months ago, I started telling friends I felt burnt-out. My output was slowing, it took longer to get it to a place of quality and I was getting tired quicker and quicker.
And then I went to Edinburgh. For a month. With three commission deadlines to meet.
Now in one way, Edinburgh was One Of The Best Things I’ve Ever Done TM. In another it left me a completely self-loathing, miserable shell of a man. In the weeks and months afterwards, I was anxious, my thinking was foggy and I couldn’t seem to properly empathise with or understand people consistently. As a writer you rely on your clarity of thought and strength of observation so that disconnect was all fairly crippling for my work.
But I had a lot of deadlines.
To be clear, the absolute best thing you can do at this point like this is TAKE A TIME…
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