So when you lose your mojo, it’s the pits. Characters are flat, the plot plods, and the voice…well, you can’t find the right voice for love nor money. And you are in the pits of despair. But cheer up! I’ve found a couple of ways to get my mojo back and one might work for you. Except we’ll need to start with some more words I love:
You can’t beat Lord of the Rings for inspiration. And so let’s begin by giving ourselves permission to wander.
Sometimes, I walk; not always wandering in scenic surroundings, though there are lots of parks nearby and I highly recommend taking brisk strolls through our natural wonders. But I walk up and down my stairs, too, or on my treadmill. I’m pretty sure all my walking has pumped a lot more oxygen into my brain, and I like to think that’s pumped up my mojo. I don’t have scientific evidence to prove this mojo theory, but at the very least, it’s pumping up my heart and helping my back, so I’m sticking with the walking.
Sometimes, I’ll wander through the stuff that’s accumulated in my house. I’ll attack one of my closets or an entire room and wander as I sort out the keep and giveaway piles. Sifting through memories is not always an easy exercise, but it can be stimulating, both mentally and emotionally.
I’ve wandered into reading, but choosing books way off my usual path. And so I’ve found a new love in memoirs, and I’ve found solace for my soul in the spiritual books given to me by friends. It’s been challenging, wandering into subjects and people’s lives so different from mine. And yet, it’s been fascinating as well, going beyond my years-old boundaries.
And at long last, I wandered into writing, but not the writing I’ve always done. A singer-musician friend of mine sometimes sends me lyrics for feedback, and in a reckless moment recently I said, “We really need to work on lyrics. You can do this!” And she said, “Yes, let’s collaborate! Thursday works for me!”
So on Thursdays, now, I wander into songwriting, and gosh, it’s exciting. And then suddenly, I found myself wandering back into other writing, like picture books, and I had to sit down fast and write up those stories.
It’s magical, that feeling of needing to write. And so it turns out, I was never lost to my writing, I was only wandering. Which brings me to the final words I have for you as you struggle with your dreams and goals:
