It amazes me that when my life is in the most upheaval, I’m least inspired to write. Or maybe I’m writing the wrong thing I guess. Before I started my “great American novel”, when life got crazy, I wrote poetry. But now with my wife’s surgery and my job dissatisfaction, I don’t seem able to focus. My ideas are slowly coming, thanks to my daughter/biggest fan and some friends. However, they are hazy, elusive. I’ve gotten stuck before but when the ideas came, I could write and write and events happened that surprised even me. Breaking through this latest funk is proving challenging. I know where I want to go, I have a great idea on what could drive it, I just can’t seem to turn the key. Sure my screenplay is still sitting there. Sure I could probably whip out a mediocre poem. Yet those seem unfulfilling.
I know I just need to write through this and then go back and clean it up later. I know the solution. But can I bring myself to do it? I must. Just not tonight…I’ve been staring at the last page for 20 minutes and finally came here because I couldn’t put any words down there. If only I had a magic Life Fairy that could wave her wand or sprinkle some fairy dust and at least most of my current stresses would resolve themselves for the best? While I’m dreaming, I’d like a pony.
This is the Novel Mage saying, *POOF*