Yes that’s it. I resist the inevitable. My brain will run dry on me. No more words, only repetition of the same old, same old. I have been writing for July camp NaNoWriMo and aside from many distractions every minute of the day, I pulled out a close to 26K word count.
It’s not that the story is boring. I just feel I have no more juice. I just sit there and play and doubt. Maybe that’s it. I doubt the story. I doubt the characters. I doubt everything. I am in vacation and I just want to sleep and look far away. Maybe that’s it. I need to refuel.
So today I did something new. I changed coffee shop. I went to a new place. It’s ok. It’s small and quiet. Music is ok. The barista is friendly and I can sit there with the same iced tea for hours. The only thing… I have this wall in front of me. I need a place with a window so I can look at people walking in the street.
I always thought that the place where I was working was important. I can write with noise around. If I don’t want the noise, I just listen to my own music. But now I realise that I need to see people or art in front of me. From my place I can only see a perspective of the street. People walking by and I can see them only for a few seconds. I can’t follow them, only with my mind.
So I will change. Again. I am going somewhere else to refresh my brain and really empty it by the end of the day. It’s like an urge…
With great respect!
I have been to many places searching for myself. But the greatest journey of all is the one I started within myself. There lies the most beautiful light, music and colours one can expect.
Welcome within, with great respect and love! A.