Oh goody–another great wail about writer’s block! Back in the good ole’ days, the early Spinning times, we had a go-round and coined the word "prolificality." The proper form, of course, is prolificacy, but then, making up words was part of the fun.
I’ve sent in one story to one lit journal and ground quickly to a halt. Tain’t writers block, and I can honestly say that I think that affects me only when called upon to immediately come up with something upon given a prompt. Stubborn to the end, I need my own lightning bolt to start the fire, although I’m slowly learning to be more spontaneous in acting upon someone else’s idea. It obviously is good exercise. But no, it’s more a lack of interest now. Overwhelmed by a reality that others are creating around me, I’ve no thought to do any but put out the fires they start now.
I simply do not care about any of the characters still occupying the cubicles in my brain and see no future for them. They may live there rent-free for the rest of their natural lives–or mine–as far as I’m concerned. At least that’s how I look at it right now. Deadlines come and go. So what? So do bill payments.
For now then I shall simply read within the space of time that once expanded beyond its boundaries for some great love. In my current state, the pie chart is nearly all reality. I would barely squeeze within the sliver of creativity even if I felt the urge.
Nope, the thrill is gone. So be it.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
So what you are really saying is that you’re urgeless.:)
Great word! So much more descriptive than unambitious, directionless, uninspired, ambivalent, lazy, etc. I shall credit you with this new addition to my vocabulary. Thanks!
I don’t write well to prompts either. I’ve realized as a grownup just how rebellious I was in my heart as a student. I did the work, then, but now I balk at any sort of prompt that feels too much like a school assignment.
I like to feel passion for what I write, not just be handed a topic. I also need that fire to start inside me.