Except for the necessary of communication, I’ve not written a single fictional or even contemplative word for… oh, over two weeks. I think I’m starting to go a little bit mad.
See, I decided to try and experiment – see how long I could go without writing. I wanted to do this because I didn’t feel like my writing was going anywhere and I was crap. So I went without writing for a week and then reverted to editing.
‘Course I need to edit. I’ve needed to edit since march but I’m thinking now it was my mind’s way of keeping me in touch with my writing even though I wasn’t. But now…
Now I think I need to start again. Just ‘morning pages’ maybe, but something at least. The thing is, and I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I think the lack of writing-ness is having an effect on my reality perception. I’m becoming more and more withdrawn, spending more time thinking through a story I’m telling in my head than paying attention to what’s going on around me. Admittedly it’s more interesting in my head, but if I spend all my time there someone is going to want to start giving me pills and that doesn’t strike me as a good thing.
So more writing, less spending time inside my skull otherwise I’m going to go nuts and they’ll come and take me away [HaHa].
I wonder if this [and dietary issues] explains all the other times I’ve gone a bit gaga and lost reality perception…
[NB, this post is equivalent of a 4am-spill-your-soul-I've-been-drinking post, despite the fact it's only 2300 and I've not drunk anything today except water and tea]
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