I seem to have lost mine somewhere along the way. I think it’s the problem that occurs when one has too much time to do things and too many options, hence, not a whole lot gets done. There is a stack of books on the shelf I keep meaning to read. There are projects that I have half finished in a basket of knitting. There are a bunch of partial paragraphs that need more added to them.
How did I get sidetracked from all these things, especially when I get up every morning and say that I’m going to work on them either individually or collectively. Organization has never been one of my strong points, and a few weeks ago, after talking to the kid’s teachers, it would appear that it’s spreading through the genes as well. If I’m going to push him to get everything in order, and keep all of his work updated, it’s only fair that I make the same attempt.
Words are getting lost somewhere between my brain and the page, be it here or on paper. Nothing is sticking and I can’t seem to find the answer as to why. There was a time when I could sit down and churn out pages of dialog and description and now, it doesn’t happen. I need to step back and figure out what happened. I know part of it is that I’ve pretty much given up on the creative writing groups that I used to frequent. Role playing and story building got lost in the egos and things reached a point where it was more work and effort to accomplish so little that was actually creative. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m holding on to some characters that need to be set free. I keep trying to find a place for them, because I think they have merit in the stories they hold, but I’ve tried time and again and it stalls, even though I have the images from start to finish in my head.
I think this calls for a cup of tea, and spring… the weather is not helping
