I’m having a hard time finding my mojo. I had previously believed that it would follow me anywhere but this is not so as is evidenced by my inability to write while in my daughter’s house. I’ve tried getting up early, I’ve sat at the dining room table, on the couch, on the porch. Nothing works.
Funny, I had previously believed that my life/writing routine needed to change in order to make way for a new and improved routine that would magically inspire my creative energy and transform me into a super writer!
Woops…too much Tree Fu Tom.
Anyway…the life change I thought I needed has occurred (albeit temporarily) however my ability to write has been greatly impacted in a perilously negative way. So…where is my mojo?
Back home in it’s space.
I miss my mojo…and my “space” (sigh). That’s not to say that the “space” I’m in at present lacks for any comfort; it’s just that it’s missing something. My mojo.
Muse: What is missing in your current space? Your computer? Your mind? Your manuscript? No. All of these things are present. What’s holding you back???