Now that it’s over I can say it: last week was a horrible writing week and produced a big fat Zero. It was the first time I’ve ever gotten “stuck.” Apparently I’ve been spoiled, as I hear this happens often. Until last week I hadn’t a clue. Here’s how it went down: Rex was out of town. It was raining. I had all the time in the world to just, well, write away! And then, nada. Zippo. I stared at white space and had nothing to say. I rearranged paragraphs and whole sections. Then I put them all back. I couldn’t decide on present or past tense and when/where to use each. I tried to write long-hand. I panicked. And the more I panicked, the more I sat there, staring at my white screen. All this led to lack of sleep, as I’d lay there all night with my mind a-spin with starting lines (false starts) and how in the world I was going to get back on track.
By the weekend, when Rex came home, I was exhausted and had accomplished absolutely nothing. So I took Saturday and Sunday off — something I haven’t done in weeks — and walked the dogs and ran errands and read Travels with Charley. On Monday I woke up and started anew … my old self, writing away. Not over-thinking every word and comma and bit of dialogue. May it last. Fingers crossed.