My least favorite place: hanging out in the meantime.
An existentially anxious writer grapples with the unknown - groundbreaking.
Friends, I’ve been in a bit of a funk. I’m in a bit of a holding pattern, waiting on some news, a bit idle, unsure what I “should be doing” with myself, feeling uninspired, then practicing a heavy dose of self-judgment and panic when my writing feels clunky, flat, and awkward. I feel a little untethered, overthinking form and function and medium and making art for the sake of having a creative practice vs. this whole public sharing of work, especially when that work is feeling, as mentioned, clunky, flat, awkward. I’m worried about my career, worry if I should put career in air quotes, wonder if it will ever feel like the kind of thing that I don’t wonder if I should put in air quotes.
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