Chalk it up to life maturity or a devolution of maturity. The complete obsession that my brain had with my story lines, character development and plotting minutia has softened. My life has diversified. I can't blame this on children. I had children when I began writing. The same number and even younger, so the distractions were there. Yet the hyper focus on my stories has shifted. I'm less obsessive, the helpful traces of anxiety lessening. Who'd have thought that losing one's anxious edge would be a detriment? But it's true. And for a fantasy writer and world builder whose stories depend on constant building, revising and layering of intricacies, not to mention pushing the envelope of imagination, this is devastating.
I am still writing. And ideas still come; growing in the organic way from the initial outlines I've developed. But it's slower and less predictable. And my mind insists on thinking of other life matters as I drive around in my car, shuttling my children from place to place. Driving used to be a rich source of brainstorming time for me, but I can't seem to keep my focus on the gold ring as I zoom through traffic.
In many ways I'm a more balanced, happier person who has grown despite herself. (Not saying there isn't a long road ahead. That's true for us all.) But I am sad as well that the typical tempo to my writing has become altered. Although I'm still determined to find a new pattern to it. I am absolutely sure that it is meant to be a part of my life.
So tell me, has anyone else experienced a basic change to their writing mind? How have you readjusted?