Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Stress, the Creative Little Death

Mr Large, I understand you're
feeling stressed. What's the first
 thing that comes into your mind
when you look at this image?
If I needed proof that stress kills the creative spirit, I've got it now. With my departure for Botswana immanent, I've had so much to organise I feel like my head is about to explode - literally. Organising a tour like this for 15+ people, with two conferences thrown in, along with a couple of world experts is a recipe for turning a pretty chilled kind of guy into a puddle of quivering jelly.

Even if I'd had the time to write, the urge is pretty much dead. I haven't written a word of fiction in nearly two weeks, and even before that the well had been drying up. Every spare second is spent stressing about some tiny detail I've missed - which is ridiculous of course, because I lived in Botswana for four years and still have plenty of friends there.

Nothing can really go too far wrong, but still - the nagging doubts just won't bugger off and leave me alone!

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