It seems I have a hard time writing lately. I used to write a different children’s story every week or come up with a good short story idea without putting too much effort into it. Now it’s all I can do to sit down and make myself write. I think I’ve figured out what my problem is. I’ve lost my inspiration!
When I first started writing, I lived in the mountains of North Carolina. Not only are they beautiful, but they make me feel at peace. One of my favorite things to do after work was going to Panacea, get a cup of coffee, and write. (I miss Panacea!) Being in such a beautiful setting was a blessing, and I hope to get back there someday. But for now I am going to school and living in the concrete jungle of Charlotte, North Carolina, which is a fun experience but not conducive to my imagination.
Another way my inspiration has been lost is my change of occupation. I used to work in a Pre-K, was around kids all day, and always had a sort of creativeness surrounding me. Since leaving that job and never hanging out with children anymore (sad), I don’t get home every night burning with a new cute story to write down.
This sounds rather depressing, but I’m choosing to see it as a way for me to grow stronger as a writer. I need to find different ways to reach into my imagination and let the stories flow out. I need to find my inspiration here in Charlotte.