Last week, Trace had a post up about depression and how it affects writers. She left off with the questions But how does a writer work through depression? Are you one who can put everything out of your mind and just plow on? Or do you struggle to focus and get the words down?
For me, I write better when I have just a healthy bit of depression. That might sound like a contradiction, to say a healthy bit, but there’s depression that’s debilitating and there’s just a bit of depression that sharpens the senses, otherwise known as Sandra’s Hypersensitive Mode.
The thing is, I’ve always been inclined to think that my emotions translate through into the writing to some degree. With more experience you can deal with that, but I do find I write better when I’m a bit down. Of course, when you write dark stuff it’s probably understandable. I can vent the emotion into the page and that works for me. I can write when I’m happy, I just usually have to make myself miserable in the process.
What I have a terrible time dealing with is when things are just blah. Blah is when I feel nothing in particular. There’s no oomph, no spark, no motivation.
For me, I find the blahs are much worse than the blues. Then again, I’m not one to run lukewarm. I’d rather be in tears or jumping up and down for joy.
Today, I feel a bit spent. We’re scrambling on the last of this issue of Spinetingler. Heaven help me if I forgot anything I promised to do for anyone – a distinct possibility. I feel like my brain was sucked out my nose and spit up on a sidewalk like so much discarded phlegm for people to step on and then curse over.
What about you guys? How much does your mood affect what you do? Or am I the only crazy one?
If I was clever and witty…
Invasion of the Panty Snatchers would have potential. I mean, there’s weird and then there’s weird, and stealing underwear from apartment laundry rooms is definitely weird.
This strikes me as another one of the things that would be hard to sell realistically in a crime fiction novel. It ranks right up there with the guy with the mannequin fetish, and he’s got company.