True Confession: The Well is Dry. Help!

From Susan Mermaid.

Okay, friends.  It’s time for true confessions.  I’ve tossed and turned and I’m out of excuses but here it is:

I have not written a page since NaNo ended.

November and NaNoWriMo were crazy.  It was thrilling and scary and fun, all at the same time. I threw myself at that project with everything I had. Wrote at a pace I didn’t remember ever achieving.  And I produced!  For me, an astonishing 18,000 words in a month.  And it was killing me.

By late November, I could feel the effect – no, not the boy, howdy I’m writing at a pace I never have before!  More the oh crap, I can’t live like this, what was I thinking?  And the inner voice that said keep it up kid, and you’ll have a complete manuscript in no time! had changed its tune to slow down, or your doctors are going to shaking their heads.  Your body is not meant for this.  I mean it.  MS is the cruel cousin who drops in for a visit, smashes all the prettiest dishes you own and leaves you to clean up the mess with no broom.

So, when December rolled around, I was more than ready for a break.  A week, I told myself.  That became two.  And then the holidays.  And New Year’s eve.  And then school started again and we were back to the races with work!

Now it’s February, I’ve forgotten most of what I’d intended to write, my story seems sad and my characters are dead to me.   The well is dry.  Try as I might, it refuses to be pumped.  Every day (just like my promise to get on the treadmill more often) I find another excuse.

So here’s my confession:  I’m a turtle writer.  I don’t have stories pouring out of my fingertips and I’ve got a lot more on my mind than writing on most days.

So before I let those voices of you faker, you aren’t a writer, you’re just a wannabe win, I’ll ask you:

How do you slay the fear of doom and nurture the well of creativity?  Susan-Mermaid-avatar