Whew. This was an exhausting week, creatively speaking.
Ever get hyper-frustrated with something about your writing (or art (or music)) that just won’t turn out right, no matter how long you stare at it and how much you tweak it?
Of course you do.
Toil Your Fury Away.
Most of the time, in those instances, the best thing to do is to step away for a while. But you can’t just do nothing – no, you’re upset because that lack of progress is making you feel unproductive, and just sitting on that pent-up irritation energy won’t do a whole lot to wind it down.
So! Find an important, monotonous drudge of a task (that maybe you’ve been putting off) to do around the house, and do it angrily. You’re already in a bad mood, so what could it hurt? Cleaning is an easy fallback; it’s just one of those things that can almost always stand to be done (particularly if you live with messy people). But reorganizing, repairs, yardwork – it’s all good, so long as it can occupy you for a half-hour or more.
Whatever the task, throwing yourself into it can be cathartic. It won’t be taxing on your tired brain, and it will be a welcome redirection of focus (which confers the added bonus that you’ll do a better job at it than you would have if you were approaching it in the normal, reluctant, eager to get it over with manner). On the other side of things, repetitive physical work can be conducive to creative thinking, so you may just find yourself with a new idea or two. In any case, it will use up your anxious fervor, and when you’re done, you’ll know that you’ve accomplished something – an often desperately needed feeling.
I spent a couple of hours anger-cleaning my kitchen today.
Some of it fits in a photograph.
And now, order is restored.
(Although, to be fair, the source of the rage-fuel in this particular instance was primarily the messiness itself…but still)