earlier this fall my writing was going well; i got a lot of work done on my manuscript, wrote new poems i’m happy with, published in places i was excited to publish with.
then november came and december, and i’ve not written but two lackluster poems in this time and sent out my work hardly at all. writing has been on the backburner, and its been difficult to muster up the passion necessary to get back to it.
this past week i’ve started reading poetry regularly again, in hopes that it will spark something, but i feel like i’ve just been slogging through it. reading literary magazines i’ve started to feel like my aesthetic is irrelevant. all these modern trendy poems. i don’t think my poetry is really “cool” enough. well and news like graywolf press, which i respect(ed?), publishing james franco’s poetry collection just makes me feel like what is the point?
so after hitting such a high point this fall, i feel disillusioned, without inspiration, and tired. i’m not sure if this is something i should just push through–keep reading, keep writing–maybe return to reading through some of my old favorites or try some writing exercises or a writing challenge?–or if i should take the opposite route, take a break from writing, and if so, how long? a week, a month, a couple of months? and of course there’s that little voice in the back of my mind that says wouldn’t it just be easier to Not be a writer?
have any of you faced these feelings with your writing, and if so, what did you do or what would you advise?