Time. It’s something most of us struggle with, and there is never, ever enough. But, for the moment I finally have time and energy to unstick myself, give myself a swift boot up the you-know-what, and start writing again. Yesterday I wrote about five hundred words, which doesn’t sound like much at all. But considering the last few weeks I’ve barely been able to squeak out a hundred in one sitting, I am taking that as some decent progress.
I know it’s impossible for a brain to be so full that it stops learning, but is entirely possible for it to become overwhelmed with information. And that has been a giant problem for me over the last few weeks. I was trying to cram as much nursing knowledge into my head in order to pass my exam, and then also researching a whole bunch on Ancient Greece for the chapter. It culminated in a classic introvert issue: I became overstimulated.
I stopped listening to podcasts, I stopped reading non-fiction books. Usually, these things both inspire me to keep writing, because as I come across new information and techniques it spurs me to put it into practice. But lately I found anything that added to the background drone of information was too much, and had to be pared back. I said to myself, okay. Cut back to an hour after dinner, and that’s all I can manage. But even that was a challenge, because invariably by the time my writing time rolled around, I was too exhausted to create.
But that’s okay, I think, to step back every once and a while, especially if you have something big coming up as I did. It’s not forever, so don’t panic if you aren’t getting your five hundred (or a thousand, or five thousand respectively) words a day. Life happens. Without the ups and downs of life, we’d be terrible writers, our characters flat and two-dimensional. So, embrace the busy times and know that writing will always be there for you when things calm down.