The importance of play

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The past couple of weeks, I've been writing and writing. Sure, I've wasted time here and there, but I've also worked at my desk for hours. Except, what I've written has been awful. Flat, uninspired, dull. I revised 3 stories in the past ten days and became thoroughly sick of each piece. Not because they were finished, either. They were just so terrible I couldn't stand to read another word. So I've been feeling sorry for myself and bemoaning my uselessness and wondering for the zillionth time why I thought I had any aptitude for this. And then last night something occurred to me.Maybe doggedness can be a bad thing. I'm not saying I'm about to give up, or that I don't believe in hard work. But I realised that lately, my approach has been all wrong. It's joyless. I'm showing up at my desk as if I'm sitting an exam. I'm not getting outside enough, not walking enough. I'm thinking about where I'll submit a story before it's even finished, instead of losing myself in the tale I've created. I'm as playful as a back brace. I know writing isn't all fun and games. I know it involves hard work, showing up, putting the words together. But surely that can still be done with a sense of fun, with an attitude that brings a lightness of spirit, creating prose that sparks and surprises. Maybe my defensiveness over hearing criticism of 'earnest' writing was not just because I write emotionally, but because I sensed I was writing without enough playfulness in my heart. Which is not to say that story content should be always be humorous - just that the approach shouldn't be so stompy. Maybe I've had my gumboots on when I needed to skip around in a pair of sandals. Or even barefoot, across the grass.