Inspiration has been somewhat lacking for the past few weeks. Nothing like an overflowing schedule and lack of sleep to drive the poor thing away. In my zombie-like state I endeavoured to push through, honestly I did. But unlike the zombies in Warm Bodies there was no great comeback. The words refused to cooperate, falling onto the page with a lifeless thunk, and not bearing the slightest resemblance to the vibrant story rioting through my imagination.
Oh it’s been bad. Last week I missed Thursday’s Children. And then the anxiety set in about the blog. What if it takes years to get this novel into good shape? And to blog about writing seems dishonest when the only thing making headway on the WIP is the delete button.
This couldn’t carry on. I needed to take action!
But with no let-up in the schedule, finding alone time to recharge the creative batteries was impossible. I was going to have to woo inspiration back, even if I had to leave out milk and cookies – or really dark chocolate to do so.
Just thinking of dark chocolate made me feel better.
Why waste the limited time I had feeling frustrated, when I could just take a break. The schedule is bound to slow down in a few weeks, so I may as well enjoy the rare down-time and relax.
Inspiration quite liked this idea. When it realised I was serious, it popped out of the bushes and led me on a wild-goose-chase to the library, where it spotted something very brightly coloured indeed!
Now this book is way out of my genre. Janet Evanovich is the queen of light, comic relief. Her Stephenie Plum books, about a female bounty hunter based in Trenton, New Jersey, are full of colourful, irreverent characters and equally interesting (and unusual) happenings. The kind of book where you suspend disbelief and sit back and go with it. Because if there was ever a time I could do with a good laugh, this is it. Fortunately Evanovich hasn’t lost her touch:
De Angelo looked at Vinnie. “Who’s the fat chick?”
Everyone sucked in air.
“Excuse me?” Lula said, leaning forward, hands on hips, eyes set in her wild boar on the attack squint. “Did you just say what I think you said? Because if you said that, you better say it was a mistake. I’m a reasonable person, but I don’t stand for disrespecting and slandering. I’m a big, beautiful woman. I am not a fat chick. You don’t apologize, and I’ll squash you like a bug. I’ll step on you until you’re just a grease spot on the floor.”
There’s nothing like a good story – and this one, as unlikely as it seems, inspires me to take time to enjoy myself when things are tough.
What’s your go-to plan, when inspiration is thin on the ground?