The Attack of the Summer Lazies…
Summer holidays are drawing to a close. It’s still warm (probably a bit too warm if I’m honest), days are long and there’s a relaxed air about. Especially at my house. We seem to have been affected by the end of summer lazies, most of all me! My return to work deadline is looming, and instead of squeezing out every last drop of summer fun from the remaining days, and writing full steam ahead in preparation for the time when I wont be able to anymore, I can’t seem to bring myself to do anything, much.
Perhaps it’s a sign of a good holiday, when I’m so relaxed I just collapsed like a pile of wet noodles and can’t do anything. Perhaps it’s a sign the holiday still wasn’t long enough, and my body just wants more quiet time before this year’s onslaught. I guess I’ll never really know.
It’s not easy, once the writing every day habit has stopped, to get back into full swing again. I find I can sit at my laptop for hours without writing anything I can really use. That’s not even counting the usual procrastination techniques of watching crazy cats on YouTube and searching the depths of social media for ‘inspiration’. I find I often need a prompt to get me started again. It can be as simple as a picture or a question. I have a couple of books of writing prompts on the shelf that I pull out and flick through until something resonates. My favourite is the one from the San Francisco Writers Grotto, who, in their list of 642 Things to Write About, very kindly today asked me to set something on fire. And with that, finally, my imagination restarted. It’s small, but a start. And after an attack of the summer lazies, I’ll take it!