A year ago I thought that I was just coming out of a transition in my life.
Life had something more to teach me!
I look back--it's been exactly one year since I lost my writing-groove. I've had ups and downs, have taken my laptop out to write, then put it back down. Little spurts of creative drive did come out occasionally, but not in the copious amounts I had become accustomed to in the three straight years I'd been writing. Up until then, I'd never given a thought to writer's block.
On a Richter Scale this block would be somewhere in the 9's. In three years I had written over 300,000 words, manuscripts that were either finished or in progress. This year, less than 20,000.
I talk to writer friends and they tell me to relax, let it come back when it comes back. I've had to rethink career options because my creative well is, for the moment, quite dry. I started an Introduction to Medical Transcription course at the local community college thinking I will eventually support myself comfortably that way rather than keep working at a dog boarding kennel with limited room to grow.
But there's this part of my brain that keeps saying, "It'll come back. Life just had to take over for a while, that's all."
In the last year I moved out of my parent's house, creating a 45 mile commute to work one-way. I started making friends, started being much more social. Kinda fell for some guys that weren't for me, apparently...which could have jaded my visions of Great Love. Then I moved again, and despite the same mileage to work and back, I now have a place I feel at home (unlike living with my parents!).
So this Fall, I'm welcoming the transition back into writing. I've had to straighten certain things out, get my life in line. But there is such a thing as balancing what you love to do with what is necessary for your survival/sanity. I've definitely realized I cannot always be devout in regards to any one thing, like I had been with writing.
Cheers to anyone else out there making the effort to regain the groove:)