Mine enemy, thy name is monotony.
My wife and I are at that age when parents lose their lives to work, kid activities, and the daily grind of keeping up house and home (don’t ask us about laundry and dishes and yard work). Sometimes it’s hard to keep up a high spirit. Sometimes we forget to smile and laugh and joke as we high-five on the way out the door. We turn sour–not hateful or even angry, just focused and sort of gray. That’s easy when you’re down in a rut, missing the sun.
This desultory attitude usually translates to my writing. Sometimes I don’t even notice it till I look back and realize I’ve lost my happy. Because it always tells in the writing. If I’m not excited about the story it becomes dull indeed.
When this happens I try to remember what made me excited about the project in the first place. What got me writing those first 500 words and kept me going through 90,000? And there it is, my high spirit, right where I dropped it–usually on my toe.
All I have to do is pick it up.
— david j.