When my company arrived two weeks ago I was kind of relieved to step away from writing for a bit. My thought process had stalled at chapter 5 of my second book, Forbidden Storm, and I thought a couple weeks off was just what the doctor ordered.
But here I sit, the first day back at my computer and I’m panicking. The creative flow did not start oozing out my fingertips like I hoped. Of course, I’ve been here before with Forgotten Storm so I’ve done all the tricks; reread what I wrote, went back through my outline, scoured through my character bios hoping for inspiration. Nothing!
So, my last-ditch effort is to work out, shower, drink the elixir of life; coffee, and just start writing. Even if I hate it, I just need to get crap down on paper. I’ll worry about editing it once the brick wall in my head crumbles to dust.
Time to get my butt in gear and stop avoiding it. I need to climb this next mountain, even if it’s on my hands and knees through the parched, unforgiving desert.
Onward and upward!