Mm. Or something like that.
Way back when, I would brew a pot (i.e. TWELVE CUPS) of coffee for myself every day. I'd leave the burner on and spend the rest of the morning writing and drinking coffee and getting this wonderful, happy, caffeinated buzz that would somehow transfer to my words-per-minute time.
Well, when my husband and I started trying to get pregnant with our son, Nathan, I cut caffeine. COLD TURKEY.
And that began the worst week of my whole entire life.
I had horrendous headaches, I could barely get out of bed in the morning, I was fairly certain I was dying. It was like detox. I had no idea caffeine was such a huge part of my existence until I took it away.
My personality took a tremendous hit.
But slowly, over the last two plus years, I've learned how to exist without it. I can speak in full sentences. Sometimes, I can even write in full sentences (though I'm fairly certain that any editor who has had the sad fate of working with me would tell you that I alternate between run-ons and fragments and that is it.)
(Sorry, dear editor friends. I do try.)
My point to this whole sad post is that triggers for your writing will come and go. They will change as you change. Maybe caffeine used to help me write before, but I'm now fairly (not really) content with water. Sometimes I even go crazy and add lemon slices.
(My life is officially sad.)
I take walks to clear my head. I play matchbox cars with Nathan. I try to get as much done before nap time as possible so that when he lays down, my writing can commence.
Forced creativity. It's not necessarily fun, but it can be done. Welcome to the world of writing, friends. ;)
Now those of you who are not pregnant and don't expect to become pregnant anytime in the near future, please go drink a Coke and a cup of regular coffee for me. :)