My writing course ended two weeks ago and doesn’t begin again for a month. I have found that this makes inspiration very hard to come by. With my weekly writing class came a weekly activity to be read out loud in the following class. I found the definite deadline a real plus when I was working. Every week, I knew what I was writing and why I was writing it. Since classes have stopped, I have felt that I am writing into oblivion. It’s not that inspiration has come to a complete standstill as I do have a number of ideas on the go but I’m finding it so much harder to kickstart myself. When I do manage to get started, I am still haunted by the lingering feeling that all my hard work is pointless. I can’t see where I’m going anymore. I suppose that is to be expected when one is starting out but I do miss feeling as though there was a reason for what I was doing. For example, I finish work early on Wednesdays and would normally write a first draft of my piece on Wednesday afternoon/evening in preparation for the next class. I still attempt to nominate Wednesday’s as my main writing day but it is so much harder to avoid distraction without that sense of urgency. All I can say is bring on May and the promise a new term of classes brings for my productivity!
The appearance of the sunshine has reminded me of a common problem I have every year. I find it impossible to write outside. So many writers speak of the inspiration that comes to them when they write outside but I’m the complete opposite. There are two main reasons I can think of for this. Firstly, outside is full of the worst distractions, what with all those bees, butterflies and noises, my mind finds it impossible to get into that creative space. Secondly, it beats me how anyone can write when the sun’s beating off of the computer screen and making it impossible to see anything! I wish I were one of those that worked best in the sunshine. I find that my avoidance of writing outside means that I get very little done when the sun is out. Who wants to sit in a dingy room at a computer screen when they could be led in the garden with a good book? I suppose it’s just another of my many excuses for not writing, but it’s a pretty valid one. I am also ashamed to say that I have a habit of needing the television on when I’m writing. It’s not a case of watching it because I’ll put on a program and find I haven’t seen any of it, it’s just a comfort thing. Silence doesn’t seem to inspire my writing strangely enough. This may be another factor as to why, outside with no television, I struggle. For whatever reason, my best writing is definately done during winter. Nevermind, off I go to enjoy the sunshine!!!