Hello, friends! Sorry I’ve been M.I.A. from blogging lately. I’ve been suffering from a severe case of writer’s block. Or, to say that another way, my muse has been withholding ideas from me. Why would my muse do such a thing? I’ll let her explain.
Stress isn’t always bad. Psychologists draw a distinction between good stress (eustress) and bad stress (distress). If you feel like you’re stretching your limits, if you’re stepping out of your comfort zone, if you’re confident that you can prevail against the challenges in front of you—that’s the good kind of stress. But if you feel like something’s snapped, like you’re totally overwhelmed and can’t cope with it all—that is the bad kind of stress.
For me, writing is the good kind of stress, always. But in these distressful, COVID-ful times, writing has not made things better. I always assumed good stress and bad stress would cancel each other out, but maybe it doesn’t work that way. Maybe it’s more like multiplying a positive with a negative—you just end up with a bigger negative.
And so my muse—the magical fairy person who’s supposed to make me do my writing—made me take a break from writing. It was for my own good. I needed the rest—some properly lazy and self-indulgent rest.
Now that I’ve had that period of rest, I’m going to try to get back to my regular writing and blogging routine. No guarantees, though. We’ll see how things go.
P.S.: My muse did help me write this blog post. That has to be a good sign, right?