By the end of my break, though, I was exhausted. I had sufficiently emptied my creative gas tank. It became very apparent I was running on creative fumes when I stared at my computer where I had been able to just know what work needed to come next and there was nothing.
So I went to the Utah Shakespearean Festival's production of Les Miserables. That got me to at least halfway because for me, there is nothing more inspiring than live productions. I caught an episode of Downton Abbey. And I dove into a book I have been wanting to read for a long time, giving myself permission to take a night off of reading and get the creative tank full.
The next day, I knew what was stuck in the scene, I knew how the complicated climax was all going to happen and I could see where I had previously left gaps.
Sometimes, as writers, we really just want to produce, produce, produce. But I firmly believe our creativity is like a gas tank, and you may be an economy brain or a high power burn through the fuel faster brain. The key is for us to know what we are and give ourselves opportunities to get the tank full.
What do you like to do to fill your tank? Music? Art? Immersing yourself in someone else's words?