For the past ten days I have done almost nothing but write.
The dishes piled up for days, the house was untidy, unclean, and unorganized. I did just enough to make sure we all ate and got where we needed to be. But other than that? I have been writing.
I’m doing a writer workshop of sorts last week and this week for six hours a day. Two hours learning about the craft of writing + 2 hours of writing + 2 hours of workshopping that writing. I have an hour drive there and an hour drive back. At home I write some more.
Some of the pieces you have seen. This and this and this and this and this. Plus I reworked some things that I had posted in the past. Many things have become poems that I may or may not post.
There are also many pieces that I will probably never share. They are just too…close.
One of the things we were told was that good writing goes for the jugular. Well there were a few times that I didn’t just go for the jugular, I went for the nuts too. Writing like that is exhausting.
I am exhausted.
Mentally…emotionally…exhausted.
But it’s good. I needed this kick in the ass. I needed this push to be better. I had gotten in a rut and I had lost faith in my writing abilities.
The past ten days have reminded me that I have more to draw from than I had previously thought.
It may be painful; it may be hurtful; it may be something I’ve been avoiding, but it’s there.
I have two days left.
Bear with me.
I hope to get back to my emails and my twitters and my facebooks and my reader and my blog reading and my whatever elses in this social media world once I get my portfolio completed and sent away.
Until then…I will be writing.
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One of my pieces is at Motherhood Unadorned today. I am talking about one of my current challenges of being a mom: the depression. Please head over and let me know what you think.