The first inkling that I would ever be able to write again. The first idea I've had in a very, very long time. And I'm still in the middle of that process. I'm not sure which.ĭuring that time, I moved twice and took care of my kids, took a few college classes, and prepared to build my life back from the ground up. (I've been in the middle of Lost Princesses for an embarrassingly long time.) I just didn't. It's not that I didn't have ideas or something to be working on. Like I said, it's not that I didn't have the time. I had no desire to be creative or think about stories or even read. And the emotional stress, or depression, or whatever you want to call it (neither of those terms seem quite right) whatever it was, it sucked the creativity out of me. (Or so I've been told.) But my life was falling apart, and I felt like I couldn't talk to anybody about it for over a year. Everyone has time to write, if they make it a priority. It's not that I didn't have time to write. I've even written ridiculously impossible scenes before and then edited them into coherency. Free writing, brain maps, and character interviews are all useful for that sort of thing. I wrote for over seven years and hadn't ever experienced a block that I couldn't work free of in an hour. That you could just sit down and start writing, and eventually you would figure out what should happen next. I always thought that writer's block wasn't a real thing.
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