I’m a creative person who is most happy when left alone while writing. I need, really need, to write for my own state of well being. Writing is a passion of mine, it’s the one thing that motivates my lazy self. It’s an outlet for the dark part of me that rages and despairs….yet hopes that everything will work out. Yes, my muse is rather angsty, and yes, that annoys me. Sometimes, for me anyhow, writing is a lot like lancing a boil; it gets all the negative stuff out into the open and OUT of my system. Pleasant metaphor, I know, but it’s accurate.

But lately, it’s been hard for me to connect with my inner muse (I think it’s pouting right now) and actually sit down and write creative fiction. I’m not suffering writer’s block, exactly, I’ve just felt rather fidgety whenever I’ve tried to write. And I’ve been getting easily distracted lately. I think it’s because I’ve been playing far too much WoW and also feeling the effects of financially induced ‘cabin fever’.

Writing’s also like regurgitating in that what you write is a result of what you take in. (What is it with me and unpleasant analogies today?) Writers have to absorb experiences in order to be inspired enough to ply their craft. Don’t worry, I’ll spare you the analogy of what I call bad writing…

My inner critic, what I call The Beast Within, has been tearing to shreds every little idea that I’ve come up with. No story idea seems good enough to explore, the setting is odd, the actual wording is too weird, the characters are too whiny. OK, so TBW has me with the whiny characters, but I know that most story ideas are good–or could be made good through proper character development and hard work. The execution of said ideas is where it often goes wrong with me.

Well, I guess it’s time for me to put my nose to the grindstone keyboard. As long as I keep trying, I’ll never be a failure. Right?