Just before the holidays I reached a place I thought I'd never go as a writer--burn out. Actually, it started with the mid-term elections. I never knew so much anger and negativity could drain me like it did. I felt traumatized. Seriously. When political ads came on TV, I had to slap my hands over my ears.
Then, the lack of sun drained me a little more. As a friend of mine would say, "I'm a delicate, fragile flower." I was wilting fast.
Now toss in the holidays, which are always hard for me since I miss my family the most at that time of year, compound it with a malfunctioning antidepressant, toss in an argument or two and what do you have? One hot mess.
When the situation reached critical levels, I did something I never do. I took a couple of weeks off. I didn't write a word. I slept late. Read a lot. Puttered. And eventually, with the help of a different antidepressant, got back on my feet. I feel a lot less fragile now, but I'm looking forward to a little fun in the sun. I'm leaving for Miami tomorrow a.m. and will be attending the Cruise with your Muse next week. I already feel like letting out a big Ahhhhh...of relief!
Conferences often help re-energize us writers. And I can't wait for this one! I'll tell you all about it when I get back. Right now, I just think it's about the greatest idea ever!