I’ve often said that writing is my therapy; sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps me sane, and hopeful. Nothing stops the ink from flowing like life drama. Most of my writer’s block episodes happen because of the drama going on within, and around me.
Drama belongs in books and TV shows… other than that I avoid it like the plague. I’m not very argumentative or confrontational because I dread dealing with chaotic situations. If someone disagrees with me on a certain topic, it’s like okay whatever. I don’t give a hot damn if you think Roman Reigns sucks. I think- wait a sec I’m totally getting off subject here as usual. 😀 Basically drama just makes me shut down.
At the first of the year I decided to write more, but 2016 being the overly dramatic cunt that she is had other plans for me. Those plans had appeared in the form of life and family drama. I live with my egg donor- my mother, and sometimes the mother/daughter dynamic doesn’t allow a fruitful session of writing. After an intense argument back in March with the egg donor, I stopped writing for three weeks. She touched the exposed nerve that all writers seem to have… she hinted that I was wasting my time writing. I was so exhausted and hurt by our verbal exchange that I lost my damn mojo.
Prayer, and pep talks from my buds really helped me. Soon after I was back to creating magic on those white pages.
All was “well” until this past weekend. Once again drama was dropped on my plate, and I seriously didn’t remember ordering it off the menu. I was already feeling a little depressed and anxious, so getting into another argument was temporarily crippling.
After I had a little talk with Jesus (yass, praise Him), I made a promise to myself. No longer will I allow life drama, family drama, or anything else to stop my show. I’m not getting any younger and I have to press on.
Don’t let anything or anyone stop you from progressing.