Last week was quite a week.
Mike and I went to NYC to be the live audience for one of my favorite TV shows. We travelled to Hershey, PA to meet and visit with Mike’s dad. I stopped by the college where I work to meet with a potential student editor for our literary magazine. We babysat one of our nieces. And, on top of all of it, I just had a lot of running around to do. Though I knew I was pretty exhausted while it was all going down, I had no idea just how tired I felt until this week came along.
On Monday, Jude and I sat around in our pajamas for most of the day, and though we went to bed early and had a decent night of sleep, it was difficult to find the energy to go to the supermarket yesterday. So, when I sat down last night to write, I found that my idea reservoir was sort of empty.
Well, that’s not true. I know I want to write about our trip to NYC and about Hershey, but those will be longer, more involved posts, too complicated for a person considering turning in for the night at eight-thirty pm.
Whenever I have a lack of inspiration, it is alarming to me. For a few years, I hit a rough patch with my writing. Every idea went nowhere, and every attempt at a beginning just left me frustrated. I had two very a fertile periods with each graduate degree, so it struck me as odd that I would have so little to say after it was all over. Though the blog gives me a chance to practice my writing on a regular basis, I just haven’t been able to commit to it the way I would like since Jude has come along. I’m either too tired or too occupied with holding him or just plain out of ideas. During the week, I’ll come up with tons of topics, and then, when I finally get in front of my computer screen, I sit there staring at the cursor thinking:
And this scares me.
My blog and my writing means so much to me, and I know that my block is temporary. It’s just makes me uneasy when I have lackluster nights. I am getting back to my old self more and more as time goes on, but my drive and determination is still lagging, and I feel like I need some help. Maybe some much needed sleep will give me the rejuvenation I need to come back with a posting vengeance.
Or, maybe I just need some advice:
How do all of you keep motivated to keep writing–or to keep up at anything–when you’re feeling tired and uninspired?
(Here’s the part where you share your brilliance/positive reinforcement.)
(And here’s the part where I thank you for your words of encouragement.)