I had an unproductive writing week. My time was limited, sure, but when I had time to sit, my fingers dangled over the keyboard, the promise of writing success eluding me. Frustration built, I banged at the keyboard, trying to force brilliance from mind, but that caveman (errr, cavewoman) mentality didn't get me far. Perhaps I needed inspiration...or less stress.
Since I can't control the stress in my life, my question is: What do you do when your well of inspiration is running dry?
I chose to let it go. To give myself a few days without worry of stonewalling words and backed-up toilets of thought.
Yes, my thoughts often do swim in the toilet.
I hoped a small break would help me stop thinking about it so much and let my heart lead the way. After all, why write (or do anything) if your heart isn't in it?
Wish me luck!