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“Creative Anxiety”

Creative anxiety

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Oh, those bug farts /

give me quite a start. /

just tear me apart, /

and then I cannot start. /

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I cannot put pen to paper /

Not now, not then, not later. /

Any noise is absolute traitor /

Drives to a creative nadir. /

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My computer screen remains blank; /

There’s no fuel in the tank /

Ideas are skunk skank /

If I golfed, it’d be a shank. /

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A car horn blocks away /

Children running round to play /

All these reach out and slay /

Any creativity today. /

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Oh, the muses do decree /

All these sounds won’t let me be. /

Even a leaf from a tree /

Is as loud as a crashing sea. /

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Oh, dear God, if you exist, /

Please grant my bucket list /

Or at least if you insist /

Take away all who made me pissed. /

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Silence, only silence I can abide. /

I accept not your a chide /

Even your socks across the floor, slide /

Make me full of bile and snide. /

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I will not, cannot not live in peace /

Until all sound reaches surcease /

Until even the bee’s knees /

Reach a point of full freeze.

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“Oh, Monday”

Oh, Monday

Oh, Monday, you vex me. /

A sour text, you text me. /

You proclaim elation, /

Lying on a bed of consternation. /

You say, Arise! Make the wheels of capitalism spin /

As though my last ounce of weekend indolence a sin. /

Oh, Monday, I wish I could love you, /

Or at least, like a dove, fly above you. /

But the best I can do is grin /

And say, Let the hell begin again. /

Each day will have its number. /

Each day will have its blunder. /

But Monday is the gatekeeper /

Of all that will befall or be reaped here. /

I wish you all pleasant circumstances, /

Moments filled with life’s entrances. /

But remember, Monday is always near, /

Never far and always clear. /

Up ahead is your Twilight Zone, /

Childhood changed and then left alone. /

And all the monsters on Maple Street, /

Need a Monday to make them complete. /

Fear this monster, or if you dare, /

Extend a hard and show some care. /

Maybe Monday is lonely, too, /

And could use a friend just like you.

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Haiku and photo: “Prom dress”

Prom dress

Upcoming Prom /

Your dresses are way too long. /

Anxiety, too.

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5 Ways to Combat Author Anxiety | WritersDigest.com

Brynn Kelly, author of DECEPTION ISLAND (June 2016, HQN Books), shares 5 tips for moving past Author Anxiety and to keep writing.

Source: 5 Ways to Combat Author Anxiety | WritersDigest.com

It turns out Author Anxiety is a Thing. It’s not just me.

I discovered this on the eve of publication of my debut novel, DECEPTION ISLAND, when I was silly enough to Google my shiny new title. Up popped a Netgalley reviewer live-tweeting as she read it. Only she was hating it—pulling it apart chapter by chapter.

I’d had loads of great reviews—in Publishers Weekly, Booklist, Library Journal, RT Book Reviews, on dozens of blogs—but this one hobby reviewer withered my fragile confidence. It was the intimacy of it. I could see what she looked like, I could see what page she was reading, I could certainly see exactly what she thought of the story. And I couldn’t stop refreshing. Because I’m an idiot.

I’ve been a journalist for two decades and I’ve published a bunch of nonfiction books, so public criticism is nothing new. Why, then, did this rattle me?

I did what any 21st century dweller does when faced with a 21st century dilemma. I Googled. And I discovered I wasn’t alone. Not only is Author Anxiety a Thing, but it’s such a Thing that, yes, it deserves initial caps. I set out to find a remedy before this vile feeling paralyzed me from writing another fictional word. In the interests of author solidarity, I’m sharing five of my best cures.

1. Find perspective
Many years ago, to finance my journalism degree, I worked as a TV publicist. A fun job but intensely shallow. (Ask me anything about “Beverly Hills 90210” and “Melrose Place.”) Even so, like all jobs, sometimes it got stressful. The most important lesson I learned from that two years was from a boss who was fond of saying, “It’s entertainment. It’s not f***ing brain surgery.” Same goes for my novel. It’s a romantic thriller. It’s not important. My bad day at work is when a reader isn’t entertained or moved and I lose that reader. I’m not a doctor who has lost a patient or an air-traffic controller who’s lost a plane. The worst-case scenario? This novel tanks, everyone forgets about it, and I write another one.

2. Embrace imperfection
Don’t tell my publisher this, but DECEPTION ISLAND isn’t perfect. There, I’ve said it. What a relief. I could have spent three decades rewriting it and it still wouldn’t be perfect. There’s no such thing as perfection in creative endeavor. At some point—usually when a deadline hits—you must step away from your manuscript and say, “There, it’s done. It’s the best I can do right now.” That book has become your past, not your future. It’s not even your present, anymore. The only thing that remains wholly in your control is your next book.

3. Get productive
If I read a bad review, suddenly I don’t feel like writing. But you know what? A good writing day blows away my doubt and fear. And studies into motivation have found that the muse kicks in after you begin a task, not before. Don’t feel like writing because someone just told the (virtual) world that you suck? Open your WIP and start somewhere, anywhere. Tinker with a paragraph you wrote a year ago, write a random exchange of dialogue, change the font. Just. Start. Your brain will light up, the motivation will come and the angst will evaporate.

4. Log out
Only one thing will make you a successful novelist: writing novels. Let the virtual world live without you—especially if it drags you down. Forget the rules that you must regularly post on social media and engage online. If bad reviews on Goodreads or Amazon discourage you, don’t read them. If you can’t help flicking onto them—because validation is addictive— but you hate yourself for it, get a productivity app and block those sites, and any others that routinely make your heart soar and sink. (If a review falls in a forest…) Ray Bradbury once said: “You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance.” And if you just want the boost without the pain? Ask a friend to email you only the great reviews, in a monthly digest. It’s not a cop-out. It’s sensible.

5. Escape
If that sniping little head of yours is not a pleasant place to hang out, get out of it. Do something immersive: play a card game with your kid, see a movie, whack a tennis ball around a court. When you return, you should find your mind is a more agreeable—and productive—environment. Keep it that way by throwing a little love into the world to offset the negativity. Tweet an author about how much you enjoyed her book—because she may be feeling Author Anxiety today, too.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Holiday anxiety”

Holiday anxiety: /

Nerves like torn wrapping paper /

Wadded in corners.

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