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.

I’m Back! Let’s Dance…


  1. Welcome back. 😀 And great news about the short story collection.
    I sometimes think our brains have to be given ‘permission’ to play.
    By play I mean storytelling that doesn’t have to serve a /purpose/. So we need permission to create something simply for its own sake. If others like it too, great, but they don’t have to because this is really for /us/. 🙂

    • Candy Korman

      Play is critical—and not just for children. Our brains, our bodies, our souls must PLAY!

      Doing things for the pleasure of the experience is part of living and discovering things (about yourself, about the world, about your friends) through playing, playtime and being playful is an essential part of the human experience.

      So why do we try to make everything purposeful? Why must we get the metrics on every experience? I don’t know. I’m too busy playing and telling myself bedtime stories!