It's often been said, it's lonely to be a writer. I suppose. And then again, it's okay to be lonely as long as we have valid reasons and it doesn't persist too long.
Having a writer's block? There are always anxious moments. They sometimes overwhelm and we are rendered sleepless. Our confidence is at a stand still, and then if it vanishes, we think that all we have left feeling is uncertainty and perhaps fear of the unknown.
Because we live in time, we have the present, we don’t know the future.
I was talking to a fellow friend whose manuscript has been rejected once again, the fourth time around. Contrary to what we remind ourselves with, to "not sweat the small stuff"... to a budding writer, a manuscript rejection ceases to be a small stuff when it happens continuously especially when we rely mainly on writing for financial support. Oh, to confront insecurity, instability, and loss of self-esteem.
What about those anxiety attacks that seem unfounded... when the moment grips us and we become anxious for no concrete reason.
When we grow anxious, we usually consciously or unconsciously imagine more of the negative things to come. Our thoughts are grey, and grey turns murky at times. Not to mention the escalated darker hours.
Only when what we have imagined doesn’t happen that we are ecstatically relieved. Our composure returns. So does our confidence.
What do you do when you feel anxious, and can't honestly figure out exactly 'why'? We all have our own solutions but aside, foremost, I refuse serious thinking. I drop whatever I'm doing, go out for fresh air to get rid of cobwebs in my mind, "remember my favourite things, hum a favourite tune, and enjoy a cuppa.
Carpe diem!
Having a writer's block? There are always anxious moments. They sometimes overwhelm and we are rendered sleepless. Our confidence is at a stand still, and then if it vanishes, we think that all we have left feeling is uncertainty and perhaps fear of the unknown. Because we live in time, we have the present, we don’t know the future.
I was talking to a fellow friend whose manuscript has been rejected once again, the fourth time around. Contrary to what we remind ourselves with, to "not sweat the small stuff"... to a budding writer, a manuscript rejection ceases to be a small stuff when it happens continuously especially when we rely mainly on writing for financial support. Oh, to confront insecurity, instability, and loss of self-esteem.
What about those anxiety attacks that seem unfounded... when the moment grips us and we become anxious for no concrete reason.
When we grow anxious, we usually consciously or unconsciously imagine more of the negative things to come. Our thoughts are grey, and grey turns murky at times. Not to mention the escalated darker hours.
Only when what we have imagined doesn’t happen that we are ecstatically relieved. Our composure returns. So does our confidence.
What do you do when you feel anxious, and can't honestly figure out exactly 'why'? We all have our own solutions but aside, foremost, I refuse serious thinking. I drop whatever I'm doing, go out for fresh air to get rid of cobwebs in my mind, "remember my favourite things, hum a favourite tune, and enjoy a cuppa.
Carpe diem!
