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Mental Pacing



Have you ever found yourself in an anxious state, where in your mind you feel yourself out of sorts?  Reading is boring, there's nothing good to watch, my usual interests have no hold on me, and annnnd...   I can't focus to write.  

I pick up a few things around my room.  Get distracted and pluck my eyebrows.  Then I change my clothes, maybe take a shower.  Then I sit down again.  Then I get up.  Open the fridge.  Remind myself I don't eat to relieve stress anymore.  Go kiss the kiddo.  Sit down to write.  Start all over again.

Yes, I have been known to take three showers in one day.  😕

The best thing I know to get focused is to talk it out.  Sometimes I make a phone call, and sometimes one of my kids will sit on the edge of my bed to listen to my rantings.  Primarily when I get like this it's over a plot hole I've discovered in a novel I'm working on, so verbally sifting through the haze in my head really helps.  It's not always easy to find someone to talk to about this stuff - next time, I'm going to start talking out loud.  To myself, but quietly, so no one can prove anything.  😏  I imagine it would work the same for any creative process I'm stuck on.  I'll have to give it a try.

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