Last week, I shut down my computer to get it ready for moving. Unfortunately, I accidentally shut down my gumption hump* while I was at it. Friday when the phones were dead, I didn't even bother to set my computer up. I didn't set the damn thing up all weekend. I was tired, sure, but I could've worked. I should've worked.
Now my computer is set up and online. I have everything I had before. Except gumption. I forced myself to work Monday night. I got 110 words edited out of Spectacle. (i.e. I hit the bare minimum of my promised work before I lost the inertia.) Last night I was home alone, and I still couldn't bring myself to sit here and work.
Maybe it's being between new novels, and in the middle of editing three others. Maybe I just feel like I'm in limbo now that AWJ is finished, and I haven't gotten into writing Bloodflow yet. (Or maybe it's that AWJ is currently so underfinished that I know I have a lot of work ahead of me.) *shrug* Whatever the problem is, it's dragging me down.
My husband thinks I just need a break. He may be right. It's been a busy year, after all. But I take a break and I feel guilty. So, this forced break is really guilting the hell out of me.
So, what I need is a jump start. A spark of some kind that will make working more interesting to me than the next rerun of CSI. I'm not looking for a push--my engine doesn't work that way--but maybe a bit of juice from a friendly battery.
What sparks you? Maybe your sparks will ignite my own.
*Gumption Hump: Like a camel's hump, only full of motivation instead of water.
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