Recent events have kickstarted my stunted motivation and sent me into a creative fury. I’ve felt an incessant desire to write, and write I have. In the last week I have written two short stories, a song and a half and about four never to be read blog posts. It is as though I have waves of thoughts roiling and crashing inside my head, crowding each other and pushing in a desperate attempt to be freed from my brain. I cannot think straight until I write, and thus, the creative outburst has captured me.
I am an incredibly nonchalant writer, and lazy to a fault. I am constantly telling myself that ‘I’ll get around to it’ and that other things are more important. But lately it has become blindingly obvious to me that if I don’t start now, I’m going to be forty and still working generic jobs and living a mundane existence. So, with this newfound (re-found?) passion for writing, I continue on with a long standing, and long put off endeavour. I am feeling positive about my writing for the first time in a long time, and I am going to make the most of this raging fury of inspiration, lest it suddenly peters off and I fall once more into a deep and angsty pit of anti-inspiration and negligence.
Wish me well, readers. At this juncture, I can fall either side of the narrow fence of inspiration. I will either become Super Amy and finish my current writing project, or I will crash spectacularly and give it up as a lost cause. I hope it’s the first, if only for the fact that I feel the ‘Super’ title warrants wearing a cape, and I can whip one up in about half an hour. Maybe a cape can be my reward. If that isn’t enough to motivate me, I don’t know what is!