For the first time in ages, I am in no mood to write anything of any kind. Even this journal is taking it out of me. My guess would be that this is because I am in the final quarter of my novel and I don’t theoretically have this character’s section fleshed out, so I’m kind of just making it up as I go. Also, I’m so horribly distracted that I can’t get into his head and write his words or his voice without feeling like I’m going to say what I’d be saying in the situation I’m putting him in–instead of what he’d be saying.
There is something seriously messed up with my head right now, since the only thing I can focus on is nothing at all productive or healthy. Goddamn my lack of personal mind control.
It sucks, but I think I know what you mean, at least in terms of artistic-burnout. I’ve gone into high gear on projects for days only to burn myself out and need to recoup. Except that I alternate between sewing, drawing, and writing, so that kind of helps.
As to what’s occupying your mind, I could take a guess, but I might be wrong and it really isn’t my business anyway. But if it’s something that keeps popping back into your head at the worst moments and feels like it’s chewing on your innards, then I can at least say that I empathize with you. Again, completely unhelpful, but hell. Misery loves company.
Thanks for the commiseration, Cat. Just in case you didn’t know, talking to you totally made my day. :=)
= D I’m glad I was able to be somewhat helpful. I felt the need to call after I emo’ed all over your most recent journals. xD