I’ve been sitting without writing anything new for almost two months now. It’s not that I don’t want to write. It’s just that the drive isn’t there. So… instead of feeling bad about this, I decided to go on a writing fast.
Which I guess is good, since I’m supposed to be in the edit mode while I finish up Doorways.
Still, I can’t just sit down and laze around in front of the TV. Or I could, but I don’t want to.
This obsessive-scribbling-free time can be spent on refueling my creative tanks. And boy am I.
I spent about a quarter of my salary to buy canvasses, paints, papers, charcoal, erasers, brushes etc. to rekindle another love that I’ve left to stagnate when I was at university. Painting and drawing.
And you know, rather than itching to write, I’m itching to paint. Sadly it will have to wait. I (in a moment of passion and stupidity) bought oil paints. WONDERFUL on canvas. TERRIBLE on drying time. And I only have five weeks until we have to move. Five winter weeks. In the Cape. Where it’s humid.
Siiiiiiiiiiigh. I am not going to take that risk. What if I love the painting only to have it be smudged?
Canvas + oil colors + smudge = HORRIBLE disaster.
I’ll just have to make do with sketches. Actually it’s good, because it’s been years (almost six) since the last time I painted. So charcoal drawings are a great way to get my eye and hand in. Getting the flow and light and shades right.
But it’s not the only thing I’m doing. I also joined the gym, so the flow of oxygen might do my muse a world of good.
And I can read more. Maybe even finish the library books that I’ve been loaning for six months now. Yeah there’s an idea. I can get out more.
With all these different activities, it will only be a matter of time before my muse returns demanding that I write. Can’t wait. But in the mean time, I’m going to change things up and expand my horizons.
Have you ever gone on a writing fast to focus on refueling your creativity? What do you do in that time?