Yes that’s it. I resist the inevitable. My brain will run dry on me. No more words, only repetition of the same old, same old. I have been writing for July camp NaNoWriMo and aside from many distractions every minute of the day, I pulled out a close to 26K word count.
It’s not that the story is boring. I just feel I have no more juice. I just sit there and play and doubt. Maybe that’s it. I doubt the story. I doubt the characters. I doubt everything. I am in vacation and I just want to sleep and look far away. Maybe that’s it. I need to refuel.
So today I did something new. I changed coffee shop. I went to a new place. It’s ok. It’s small and quiet. Music is ok. The barista is friendly and I can sit there with the same iced tea for hours. The only thing… I have this wall in front of me. I need a place with a window so I can look at people walking in the street.
I always thought that the place where I was working was important. I can write with noise around. If I don’t want the noise, I just listen to my own music. But now I realise that I need to see people or art in front of me. From my place I can only see a perspective of the street. People walking by and I can see them only for a few seconds. I can’t follow them, only with my mind.
So I will change. Again. I am going somewhere else to refresh my brain and really empty it by the end of the day. It’s like an urge…
With great respect!
A.
Happy Hour with Pablo and Lolaz 