I got a message from a twitter friend the other day inviting me to participate in a blog round-up where folks answer questions about their current works in progress. I sadly had to respond that I’d love to be a part of it except that I currently have no work in progress.
And I don’t feel good about that.
But it’s also not entirely true. Transitioning my home that less than a year ago was basically a bachelorette pad into a place where our kiddo can be safe to grow and play is definitely a work in progress.
On Jan. 1, I launched my freelance website in an effort to really focus on growing that part of my work life, and keeping up with regular blogging and the social media effort that goes along with that is most certainly a work in progress. (And in a moment of shameless self promotion, if you or your business is in need of a writer, editor or ebook formatter, hit me up!)
And in exactly one month from now, I’m due to have a tiny little human being for which I, along with my thankfully amazing and excited partner, am completely and totally responsible. And preparing my mind for that is perhaps the biggest work in progress of all.
And because of all these works in progress, I’ve set aside the bulk of my creative efforts. I want to start something in that nebulous “thinking about writing but not actually writing” sort of way, but in the moments where I have downtime, I find myself just kind of sitting and zoning out at the internet.
I think-hope this is just one of those seasons of life where I’m collecting input rather than creating output. Honestly, though, when I think about going through the contest rigamarole again, I just get really, really apathetic. After the complete and utter failure of my admittedly very-niche-but-very-dear script last year, I’m just not sure what the next step for me is. The steps I was actually motivated to complete — finishing my short film and submitting it to festivals — are currently being derailed by Adobe Premiere being a flaky butthead. I’ll still get it done, but the unexpected obstacles at the very end of the process have been disheartening to say the least.
I don’t really have a great wrap-up to this bit of rambling. Part of me thinks I just need to give myself a break and jump on the creative sparks when they pop up, and another part of me thinks I need to buckle down and commit to something. I don’t know.
So who’s got advice for me? So many writers I know have gone through the transition to parenthood and have done so with wonderful success. Is this lack of mojo just timing + circumstances? Can I expect it to pass? Or do I need to whip my butt into shape ASAP — and if so, how? I know all parents out there love to give advice, so here’s a wonderful opportunity. 🙂