As a writer I am supposed to be the epitome of creativity. Making words work should almost be my beginning and my end. But, for some reason, the month of August stymies me.
It could be that in my own life, the month of August is streaked with loss. I have suffered loss of family heaviest in the month of August. Perhaps this lies deeply on my heart when the sun beats down on me and reminds me that without the sun, there is no life.
Perhaps it is just the season. It's hot. It's humid. It's just not very conducive to writing.
And yet, I am trying. I persist. I keep going. So.. maybe as writers we should always be considered perseverance lovers. We keep lugging along with our stories, our essays, and poetry. We don't stop, do we?
No nor could we. Thank God.
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It sounds like you're going through a lot. The heat and stuff has been getting to me too.
I've been jotting down story ideas more in a note pad than the computer. It's more relaxing and liberating sometimes.
Maybe take a notepad to a coffee shop or the library and just hang out and watch what you see and jot random things down on paper. This can be really fun and often wakes up the imagination.
Today while I was waiting for a work appointment I jotted down some words, then slowly a story kind of came to me, one I didn't think consciously about.
Julie
If the month of August grieves ye, write of grief and the miseries of love
If the month of August dries ye like a grape in the sun, write of lush wet rivers and drowning rains, saluting to the fruit of the vine
So sorry about your August losses.
Maybe a new writing spot would help, the mall or the coffee shop would help.
Good luck finding your words.