So, I'm back. Had a little brief stint of boredom there, for a moment. Every time I got out my laptop to write or edit, I would only get maybe a half-hours worth of work done and then I'd want to take a nap--like a baby. Something about the screen light, I think. Anyways, it got to the point where just thinking about my laptop--just LOOKING at the damn thing--would make me cringe and stare blankly off in space.
Writing had become work, not fun. It was sad. Crappy and sad. *sigh*
Then I bought two really cheap notebooks, and BAM! I literally rewrote every scene I didn't like in my current book, wrote down all the scenes I had in my head of the second book, and outlined two thrillers. I even started writing down scenes from the last book in my trilogy. Just nonstop writing like the good old days.
My brain had obviously come to associate the laptop with work, thus making everything I did on it the opposite of fun. The notebooks are fresh and new and somehow spark a different area of my brain to become creative once more. If this problem happens to you, try a different medium. It worked for me.
Current book: almost finished reading The Tokaido Road by Lucia St. Clair Robson (best historical author in the entire universe) It's amazing. I love Japanese culture, food, architecture, everything.
Current show: Poldark on Masterpiece. Aiden Turner. Need I say more? Also, Masters of Sex.
Current obsession: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Don't ask.
Current favorite couple: Me and my notebook. LOL.
