The Block

So much of life is about change and learning to adapt and go with the flow.

You guys, writer’s block is a real thing. To be honest, I always kinda scoffed at people who complained about the dreaded block because I really believed that if you sat your ass down in the chair and forced yourself to put words on paper, it would happen.

And then I got The Block.

At this point, Shrilugh is dead in the water. It’s sitting in the middle of a yuuuuuuuge ocean and no breeze or current seems to be available to drag it out. I fought it for several months, then decided to take a hiatus from writing altogether to chill with the Took for a year, and I have been chewing and gnawing and shaping and molding the story in my brain all this time and…

I’m getting nowhere.

Ever since publishing in 2012 I’ve been pushing so hard–to learn the business AND get better at marketing AND write better than when I started AND write faster than a snail (which is my natural pace, and the enemy of any indie-pub author. Well, that and book pirating. Fuck you, book pirating). But I think that all the pushing has led to a nasty little thing called burn-out. And burn-out has produced the fruit of writer’s block.

Nom-nom-nom. Eat it up, writer-girl.

I am not hanging up my hat–I’m a story-teller at heart–but I think it will be good for me to shift gears for awhile. Shrilugh’s conclusion is going to have to wait. I think letting go of the story for a while will be good for me–and ultimately, it. Hopefully, as I open up my hand and let go of the dream that was Shrilugh, the words will begin to come back to me. Words that will open doors to new worlds and fresh stories.

And then maybe, one day, those words will take me back to the place where the leaves glow at night and a girl discovers she is more than she was led to believe.

Thanks for sticking with me through so many cliffhangers and so much silence.

Loads of love,

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I Should Be Writing Wednesday

“Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.” — Anne Lamott

It’s I Should Be Writing Wednesday, and guess what?? I’m not writing. Not officially, anyway. Officially I’m still on hiatus, but the light at the end of this tunnel is in sight and I’ve been warming up—slowly, mind you—letting my muse yawn and stretch from the long rest.

Right now I’m working on a short story. I’ve never written a short story, and it’s been interesting work setting up a full premise and story arc in such a small amount of word-space. Not sure if it will be any good (see above quote), but I’m enjoying the effort. It’s about a tween-age girl who loves to sketch, a sea captain aboard an Antarctic-bound ship, and a deep-space astronaut.IMG_9486

I’m also beginning to baby step my way back into the world of Shrilugh—we’re talking super tiny, itty-bitty baby steps, so don’t get too excited. I have an opening paragraph (I think…completely subject to change at this stage of the game):

Three things: A black velvet sky, vaulted high and studded with diamond stars flung far and wide. A friendly sea breeze, salty and brisk, laughing over water and sand. And a girl, appearing out of nowhere, falling from the sky like a lesser angel tossed from heaven.

Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll hate it tomorrow. 🙂

Also, yesterday I stumbled upon Orchos as he was reminiscing to Brig about falling in love with Opal. I hope I captured his charm. It might end up being cut from the final product, but it was good for my heart to see how those two found each other.

Writers—what projects are you working on? Tell me so I can cheer you on!

Readers—what projects are you wishing I (or whoever your favorite author is) was working on?

Finally, I leave you with this little nugget: “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” —Franz Kafka

…I wonder if my family can vouch for this? Ha!

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