Red Room Where the Writers Are

I love writing, but lately I don't feel to write. What is happening to me?

At first I panic. Then I worry why I have lost interest.. Then I end up beating myself up so much that I never want to write again after I realize I can't figure out why I have lost interest. Then the dread sets in that I am worthless. This is the process I experience. I know deeply I would never quit writing. It is a part of who I am. It is something I really enjoy doing.

Now when these black ass days come I keep on writing through them. I write about how I am feeling. The fact that I go through these dips is evidence of something wanting to be born into this world, but I have not been giving it my attention. And what you give your attention to ends up being what you be, do have. Eventually I end up having this insight right in the middle of a very down declarative sentence. And I am always amazed at what that insight looks like in words upon the page.

So for me writing is a process and the results are both good and bad. Simple. For me that awareness keeps me from being affected by my thoughts and instead to be aware of the infinite conscousness that is where my imagination, my creativity, my energy, my body, my heart, my emotions, my joy, my sadness, all exist outside of me. And I am grateful to realize that loving writing and feeling I don't want to write anymore is a necessary part of the writing process that always yields an insight that keeps me going.

It's a painful thing to go through, but I have learned by experience it is what writing is all about.