I got stuck in chapter 9 longer than I care to remember. Finally, sick of it, I left it alone and started chapter 10. But it's so difficult to kick start writing again. I cant get beyond the first few words!
I think it has got to do a lot with the fact that the last week or so has been disturbed. I was very busy at home, not able to concentrate on writing. Then there have been office tensions; I shouldn't have taken on the new project; not worth the hair I am losing. And the big fat issue! Spent the weekend looking for a house to buy. Not easy, I tell you. Now I am so tense that I am afraid it would creep into my writing.
Writing is a peaceful process. It sets the mind at peace, within and without. I know, or at least I feel, that if I can spend just half an hour writing, the tensions and apprehensions would be forgotten and the words would come out automatically. But I am so nervous that I cant even get that half an hour of crappy writing out of the way. I am off my chair in five minutes at best. Big fat numbers, a few times my annual emolument, start floating in front of my eyes and my heart sinks low into my kidneys.
So, I am stuck into a vicious circle. Writing will have a calming effect on me, but to write I need to be somewhat calm. Now how do I break this, I don't know. Maybe music might help. Some Indian classical for the soul.
If I am in such a state from just the prices of the houses, what will I do when I actually end up buying one. Maybe the blog needs to be renamed as 'a book, sometime in this century'.
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