Ten months ago, in my post, ‘Births, quilting and other reasons for not writing,’ I felt optimistic about returning to writing. Five months ago, I was redrafting ‘The Whirlstone,’ writing the story from the viewpoint of three different characters.
Since November, when my mum broke her kneecap and had an extended stay hospital and then moved to a care home, I have written nothing.
Now, I have hit that deep hole where it feels impossible to sit down at my desk, let alone put pen to paper or fingers on a keyboard. I call it the ‘Slough of Despond.’
Somewhere, I’ve seen the quote, ‘Writer’s block is when your imaginary friends won’t talk to you.’ Well, I think my imaginary friends have left the universe.
As always, I have valid reasons as to why I haven’t been writing – or excuses – the daft thing is that I am far more optimistic when I am writing and yet being depressed stops me from even trying to start the process.
Thanks to Tom Gauld, cartoonist for The Guardian for the above image which has put a smile on my face. I think I need ‘The Elixir of Courage.’
Wish me luck!