So, here it is, Wednesday again. My day to blog - to be witty, relevant, and entertaining.
And here I sit, staring at the computer screen - waiting for inspiration to strike.
No lightning. No flash of brilliance. No lightbulbs appearing over my head.
Just empty space, glaring back at me, daring me to come up with an idea.
My life tends to go through cycles regarding my creativity. Sometimes I read relentlessly, then I will crochet or cross-stitch until my hands cramp. Or I have even been known to write until my fingers go numb. When I was writing Second Chances, the story flowed out of me in a steady stream, and I wrote practically every day until it was finished. It was like it was meant to be written.
But now, I struggle to give words life, and instead find myself wandering off to occupy my mind elsewhere. It's like I can't find that zone again - that place where the story that's in your head finds it's way to your fingertips like magic, creating the world on the page that you see in your mind for everyone else to see. I'm getting little spurts of that place, but it fizzles and dies before any real progress is made.
I'm beginning to feel that I might not find that place again, and I'm troubled by that prospect.
Granted, I do have a full-time job that deals me alot of stress, and bills to pay, errands to run, etc. But most writers do. And I can't help but feel that I'm just making lame excuses for being unproductive. And I really don't want to be lame.
But I'm struggling as a writer these days. I need to rediscover that joy that made me write Second Chances with such zeal and determination.
Trouble is, I really don't know how to do that.