I’ve been writing in fits & starts, lacking my usual fluidity & confidence. My freelance work hasn’t been a problem and blogging—with its relatively short posts—has been OK, too. But my creative self has been playing hide & seek with my keyboard.
Things finally clicked back into gear and I wrote an entire story in a couple of days. Start to finish, complete with a second draft.
Was it writer’s block? Not really. It was more like part of my brain went AWOL. Stories were stirring, but stalling in the path between imagination and computer keyboard. There is nothing like reading something that you have just finished writing. It’s love. It’s hate. It’s real! But I was hovering just outside of writing range.
No doubt about it, I was—and continue to be—preoccupied with “life stuff.” And that peculiar state of mind slipped in-between my fiction and me. Things are sliding back into place and I’m back to transferring some of the stories I tell myself into the stories I tell on the page.
I’m relieved. I was beginning to think I’d need a map to find my way home. My new series of short stories is beginning to move along. Some are funny, others are deadly serious, and a few are a bit of both. I hope to knit them together into a cohesive, character-driven short fiction collection by the end of the year.