Alright, this post is girls territory.
I was going to brag and pat myself on the back for all the writing I’d done last week. I was going to say something along the lines that writing begets writing, that it’s not so difficult to write when you just keep writing, no matter what. I had been successful for 3 weeks to write more than 250 words a day, and I felt wings growing. My mind was full of ideas of posts and I actually managed to sit down to write them.
Yet, all of a sudden, the very next day, everything came to an halt. Then I got my period.
I discovered a very strange pattern, as if I was PMS-ing with words. On top of being moody and craving for carbs, that is. I’m more and more creative in the 2 weeks before the D-day. The closer I approach the day, the more committed I actually become to my writing projects. I am bubbly with ideas. And then, bam, the inspiration dries up and I have not the very least idea of what to write. And even, what for.
So I wonder, is it just me? If my writing is just the result of disorderly hormones, what does it say about my commitment to writing? When we hear that writers feel the need to write whatever the circumstances, does it apply to people who feel that urge just two weeks a month? If I was taking drugs to soothe my mood swings, would I still be writing? I doubt it. When I was expecting Baby Smithereens, I found nothing to write for months, literally. My head was empty. I had lost all my words.
Yet, even as I’m complaining right now (all hormones, I tell’ ya), I quietly reached the 250 words milestone once again. As the saying goes, the worst is not certain. Perhaps I just need to believe in my own writing.