Currently, I’ve not inspiration at all, not really ideas, topics, stories. It’s the complete vacuum. Everything is hustled, mixed in my mind, I can’t reach to a coherent whole.
Yes, I have some ideas, a lot even, maybe an outline of novel, I don’t know yet.
But it’s an other thing when it has to be written on the paper, when thoughts take life.
I think that’s the point of every “artist”.
After using many times the extraordinary small drawers of our brain, it would be efficient to sort and write these elements on a draft with a short sum up, and then, rank in order of importance, preferably and choose.
But organization and method are not enough, far from there.
It misses the inspiration.
This worthy capricious friend is indispensable. But it’s very hard to capture and keep it as long as you can.
Inspiration visits and leaves you every time but may not come back for a long time.
Free, although several factors act on her demonstration, such : time, mood, highlights, dramas or happy moments.
Indeed, even if you’re sad, despaired, you’ll can find the inspiration, perhaps more quickly than being happy.
According to me, writing is a sort of a therapy (first, a passion of course) and sadness helps to express yourself with different ways using this therapy (it could be same for drawing, painting, and I know it because I drew a lot when I was child and during 10 years almost.).
No matter in which state you are, if the inspiration is not here, there’s not inspiration and you can do anything. You can’t force it.
Just wait. Wait the moment when you’ll feel grow the powerful wings of inspiration and thus, take off and make wonders.
I’m waiting… Anyway, I have not really the time, and writing takes so much time. I think it works per period for me.
Now, I need to read, watch more movies, series, continue to enjoy my last holidays and the most important : prepare my coming year…
So I’m waiting and write with my own rhythm as Iong as I can.