I have something to admit. For the last few weeks, I worried that I had lost the story for my work in progress. Not that I forgot what I was going to say. I stressed over if I lost the magic of the tale, that my characters abandoned me, or – gasp! – I forgot how to write.
Then, this weekend, something magical happened. I got my mojo back. And it feels so good.
I often compare writing to working out or running. One foot in front of the other. One word after the other. Consistent gym visits yields more muscles. Consistent writing sessions yields more pages. You see where I’m going.
I also realized these two have something in common when you take a long break (my workouts suffered the same fate as my writing lately). When I sat down to get back into Pardon Falls a couple of weekends ago, I was stiff, tired easily and felt like I didn’t know the difference between a verb and a deadlift.
My first weekend back in my story was punishment, but this past weekend was my reward for sticking with it. Not only did I enter the fictive dream and enjoy trying to keep up with the movie in my head, the characters continued to whisper to me long after my writing session ended. Something I missed so much.
I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t skip my workouts nor will I miss my writing sessions. But, if I have to miss, rather than throw up my hands and say the whole day is ruined, I’ll do something small … a walk through the park or a few minutes with my journal. After all, I was lucky enough to get my mojo back this time. Next time, I may not be so lucky.