Okay. So writing is easier when life doesn’t suck so much.
I’m going to be super-brief. Lost my living situation. Have to move back in with the parentals because of financial woe. And what do I do on the night this all kicks off? After a horrid week and the realization that life does NOT want to go the right way?
I finish my first one-act play. I think I’m done. Well, maybe not. But the first act of a play entitled “Attica’s Bones” is done. And I do this after working ten hours on house-cleaning. I apparently got my Wheaties this morning.
Now I’m going to fall down tho. Done for the day.
Writing might be easier when life is settled but ideas aren’t because ideas require that you have a life. Too much comfort and the hunger dissipates but it’s a balance – too much hunger and there is nothing else. Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.
Right now you’re ok, you’re safe, and you’re fed (you are fed, I hope?) so think, feel, explore and create from what you have in your heart. It’s sad to lose your independence and beat a retreat but much worse to lose your edge and it sounds like yours thrives on adversity. And wheaties of course. Good luck you, take care.