11/18/03

Stuck inside

So my Nanowrmo project looks hopeless. I am still being crushed under HUGE writers block...although it seems I can breathe a wee bit easier (I am getting flickers of inspiraion...but it's still just flickers). Sorry R.

Sigh. Maybe I should get out more...by my self...just be with my self for a change. My whole world right now consists of my husband and my son and trying to get pregnant. It's not really scope for the imagination now is it.

I've been trying to jump start my writing fingers by reading some essays by Albert Camus. It's not really working. Obviously. I feel very empty when I can't write...Q would back me up on this...an artist that can not produce his art is a shell of a person. A miserable creature, indeed.

But I am not miserable really...just frustrated...incomplete. I feel that something in me is missing. It feels awful. I wish I knew what to do about it.

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