This is crazy. All evidence to the contrary, I have NOT abandoned my writing, and I have NOT abandoned my blog. And yet, I haven’t posted in ages. I haven’t read other writers’ blogs (as it is a reminder of what I am NOT doing myself). I haven’t written anything in months.
Like other self fulfilling prophesies, I actually wrote about the internet graveyard of abandoned blogs back on March 11, 2011 (Pressure to Blog). I was in the middle of a very organized period, posting weekly, trying to adjust my schedule to get back on track with my novel. Then when school was out, I chucked my schedule out the window, almost sending my blog to ‘sleep with the fishes’ like thousands of others.
A former classmate of mine came back from the summer off having had to leave the university dorm and go back and live with his parents for four months. He, too, had ambitious summer plans for completing a novel, or at least finding the freedom to write every day without the demands of structured essays and assignments. He didn’t write a word. But a number of days before classes started, he took up residence in his dorm room again, and out poured the creative juices. In four days he wrote about four month’s worth, and basically finished his book. Sort of like in the movie Limitless, except the only drug involved was freedom from one’s parents.
Ah, the elusive writing binge. I’ve had a few of those amazing afternoons, where I write five days worth in about five hours. But I can’t continue to wait for one of those flashes of genius, when the stars line up, the earth aligns itself, and I feel the uncontrollable urge to write. Another trip away this weekend, and I will dutifully pack my laptop, and set some goals. I can’t believe classes start again next week!