I am in the middle of a massive stretch of writer's block. My characters are screaming at me to get writing but the minute I sit down to do some writing, I lose all ambition. I know what's happening. I'm overwhelmed. It's the end of term at the college, so I'm just coming off of that. My current job will conclude on June 14, so my principal is trying to squeeze every bit of life out of me until then. For the past week, I have been in charge of the Scholastic book fair at school. I guess I'm expected to open it the minute I walk into the building. Here is a perfect example of this. I was in the bathroom about a half hour before school starts and all of a sudden there was an all call for me to open the book fair. Really?
One of the reasons why, besides not liking rush hour traffic, that I get to school early is to have at least an hour and a half of writing time by myself. I find when I'm locked in my office, I am my most productive. I do write at home, when I can write, but it's not the same. There are many distractions at home. The minute I sit down, I think about he dishes in the sink, the dust bunnies rolling down the hallway after the cats like tumbleweeds, the ants crawling around my bathroom. You get the picture! I rely on that quiet time before work starts and I'm not getting it lately.
Oh, well...this will pass soon!!