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.