And then life happens. Chaos and drama usually fuel my writing fire. But when it reaches extreme levels... when it gets too personal... when I'm feeling attacked from every direction... I clam up. I have nothing to say to anyone. And nothing to write.
This is what has happened this summer. Lord, if someone had told me that when it finally was my turn to plan my own wedding, that it would be this much trial and tribulation, I would have laughed. If they had told me that for the first time in my limited event planning repertoire, that my ideas would be questioned, that I would be told my ideas were wrong, that they were bad, I would have laughed. I would have scoffed. I did this professionally! I know what I'm doing! People love my ideas!
Boy did I have another thing coming.
To add insult to injury, I seem to have inherited a group of women who would rather talk about me than to me. Specifically, a brother's girlfriend who hadn't spoken to me in nearly six months and an FMIL who can do nothing but sing her praises. Yet, they feel free to hypothesize how short of a time it will take us to have children after our wedding and what we should name them.
I don't do drama. I don't do being talked about. And I certainly don't do family who thinks any of that is perfectly okay. So needless to say... I have had a little writer's block.
But, a few "come-to-Jesus" conversations and creating a little more personal space and I'm ready to get back on the horse. This new motivation comes just a few weeks before my next and final semester at ODU but... I'll take what I can get, when I can get it!
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