Momentum, like Mr. Darcy’s good opinion, once lost is lost forever.
Or so it seems.
Something like a particularly nasty cold that lasts a week (especially when it is followed by Husband spending the whole next week sick with said cold) can wreak havoc on my momentum.
Like coming back from vacation, or from an illness, or from a mental rabbit hole of writing on one project, returning to the status quo is difficult. You feel like the Campbellian hero, returning to find the world the same but himself drastically different.
Only your arc was a helluva lot more pathetic than the hero’s. You find yourself wondering just how the hell you did this day-in, day-out, once upon a time. What was I? Superhuman?
Losing your momentum is like losing a little bit of yourself. What is all this yarn and how the hell will I ever make it anything?
I kept telling myself there has to be some technique for dealing with this… something I could fall back on when I find yourself in this situation… some easy trick to convince myself it’s all not as difficult as I thought.
I realized when crocheting once, that the idea of holding in my hands the tiny fragment of what will be a finished product is too overwhelming. How can I have this brief string of stitches and imagine it an entire blanket?
It’s so much easier to just… not do it. I accepted the lack of momentum and gave up.
But obviously, if I kept doing this, I’d never accomplish anything.
So I tried this. I wasn’t going to make an entire blanket, I was going to make one granny square. That was easy. It just took an hour.
And then, when that was done, I made another.
Before I knew it, I had a bag of granny squares. I had a whole fucking blanket!
And, funnily enough, I didn’t even want a blanket anymore. I made pillows instead.
My point is that everything can be broken down into manageable chunks. Don’t worry about writing that novel; write that chapter. Hell, write that one scene. Or even just two hundred words. Just focus on that.
Just that. And don’t worry about anything else until it’s time.
Before you know it, you’ll have a pillow that’s as sexy as hell.