The truth, of course, would be to say that I haven’t written anything significant or new in months.
There was the Christmas story for Samhain, which was very short and I even struggled with that.
Otherwise, I’ve pretty much been tweaking old ideas, shuffling paragraphs around, and thinking about writing. Yeah, lots of thinking about it. And it came as no surprise to me that this had been going on since the death in the family, but the knowing didn’t change the problem.

I’d always thought of “writer’s block” as being unable to write, unable to come up with the necessary ideas, or unable to put those ideas into words.
But this was different. I’d sit down at the computer, maybe type out a paragraph or two, decide it sucked, and delete it. I just couldn’t seem to write anything I liked. And if I didn’tlike it, what was the point?

Suddenly, out of the blue last week I wrote about twenty brand new pages. I was at the computer, and decided to begin a new scene with the last wip…and as silly as it sounds, the characters seemed glad to SEE me, lol. They got right down to the scenes at hand, moved into action, and spoke right up. I couldn’t get it down fast enough (and I’m a pretty slow writer).

So, who knows? Maybe it was just a phase. Maybe they were just giving me a little space. Maybe they actually DID miss me, and maybe this was their way of welcoming me back. Or maybe it’s time for the dudes in the white coats… :side:
All I can say is that they throw one helluva party. :)