(Yes, I appear to be quoting The Wiggles now…ahem…)
This weekend I managed to squeeze in some writing time. It went well and felt good. Progress is always nice…
The struggle is coming back. Leaving my story behind, and being in my daily world. Shaking off the fog, and seeing what is around me.
I took a workshop last summer, and my fellow writers commented on how much I write in such a small time. The workshop leader noted that each week she watched me listen to the cues, and then I picked up my pen, bent my head to my paper, and was gone. She said it was if a curtain was drawn and I entered another scene.
As I sat outside after a writing session this weekend, I found it difficult to draw myself into the group. I was still there, worrying about my MC, wondering how she was going to handle her crisis. Finally my head cleared, and I was out of the writing zone, and back.
How do you go back and forth between the these two spaces – the writing zone, and the rest of your world?