Sometimes the river of words dries up, even for the most experienced authors. This used to be my default mode. It’s the very reason I have a tote full of partially written stories. I’d start the novel, thousands of words would pour out, then they trickled before turning into a drip that found my fingers hovering over the keyboard trying to figure out what to write. The rule to follow to combat writer’s block is:
Not many of us are fortunate enough to write full time. (Oh how I wish I were one of the lucky ones. Maybe someday.) As I mentioned in my Just Write post my plate is full. I have family and friends that demand time. I have a small craft business because I can’t stay away from crafting any more than I can stay away from storytelling, believe me, I’ve tried. There’s also the EDJ (evil day job) which is only evil because it takes up the bulk of my day and keeps me from writing (but it keeps the bills paid so...).
With all the balls I’m juggling how do I keep them all in the air? Simple.
There’s a line from the movie Sister Act II that has stuck with me since I heard it:
If you wake up in the morning, and you can’t think of anything but singing. Then you should be a singer.
Well I can’t sing. Not even a little. Not even if my life depended on it. But writing and storytelling is my singing. Since I was little girl, I’ve been telling stories. Before I could read or write I was making up stories, especially with my Barbies.
Happy New Year!
Yeah, I know it's March so we're long out of the New Year zone. I mean it's even too late to say Happy Chinese New Year. I, like so many other, start January off with so many plans for the year that don't make it past Martin Luther King Jr. Day.