It’s Monday at four o’clock in the morning, almost five. I couldn’t sleep so I got up to write a bit. I figured I’d use the time to share some thoughts on writing and life, at least according to Noony.
First, a digression: the picture above made me laugh this morning when I wandered my archive looking for something to illustrate today’s post. Boria is an odd cat. Raised by our dog, he thinks he is a dog. This is a look he gets on his face when I do things he doesn’t expect – like get out of bed at an unholy hour.
I talked about blocks last time I had a regular bimonthly post, and I’m still in a similar situation vis a vis my story. But this isn’t all bad, at least in my opinion. Why?
Fallow periods are necessary in any artist’s life. Sometimes they arrise because we fish our pond too aggressively and don’t take the time to restock the fish. Other times they arrise because of outside stressors. This latter one is the case for me as I extricate myself from an organization I’ve been actively building for the last three and a half years.
On the other hand, as I sit back and reflect on all I’ve done and learned, I realize I am wealthy indeed. I’ve made friendships that I’ll keep for a lifetime, and, like Thomas Edison is quoted as saying relative to his failed attempts to invent a working light bulb, I’ve learned things that don’t work in running a business. While I haven’t been writing as much in the last two months in terms of story output, I have been blogging quite a lot and working on my social media tasks. I think it’s important to remember that even if we aren’t working on a particular project, it does not mean that we are not working – even if there’s no action apparent to the outside eye.
Fallow periods are necessary and deserve our respect.
One hopes that after this one, I won’t freak out my cat anymore, as well.