I haven’t mentioned how much writing can sometimes be a struggle. I’ve been in the midst of the struggle fog for months now, and I could give lots of reasons why: no secluded place to write, constantly moving, family upheavals. I used to write every day and wonder why people had so much trouble doing the same.
Nothing I write is good enough.
I have always faced anything I was afraid of: backpacking alone, traveling to Central America on my own, leaping that chasm, climbing that steep cliff.
What if I publish something and no one likes it? What if I look a fool?
Time to quit dabbling a toe in the cold water and jump in with both feet. Karen Lamb’s post this morning gave me an added boost. Thank you, Karen!
Latte Machiatto (Photo credit: 5.0OG)
My best writing time is first thing in the morning—before any pedestrian concerns of the coming day enter and destroy my dreamspace. A hot cup of tea or a foamy latte and mood music for the scene helps. I even have an iTunes playlist entitled, “Angst” for those special scenes—for example: my protag has lost her temper and accused the boy she loves of cowardice.
I used to get the greatest writing buzz while drinking green tea or a latte, but that’s gone since I’ve discovered the rebound from caffeine gives me headaches. No caffeine has made writing much more difficult. I’m writing this after finishing a cup of no-caffeine mint tea, and I feel like I’m pulling teeth from a submerged hippo.
Many writers, like Hemingway, used alcohol, but I have the same problem with tequila I have with lattes. I love it, but it hates me.
Do you write with a caffeine buzz? What about that steamed milk foam on your upper lip?