Writing

a big fricken wall of writer’s block make of interpretable evil crap that makes me sit here and stare at the screen. I grabbed a book of the shelf yesterday and decided just to read a bit. I have a bad habit anymore, of buying books and letting them sit on a shelf or table for months before I bother to read them. I used to go through a book a week easily, but it’s like there’s not enough time to do that now. I’m having serious mixed feelings about this one, its got some elements that I like, but it’s too similar to some other things and the use of italic for the words in their language really gets old. However it has jarred something loose in my head. We’ll see how it goes today while I sit with the laptop open and words start to magically appear on the screen.

There have been a few conversations as of late, about me trying to write again. This usually happens in the car when I’m driving the husband to work, or we’re shopping, but it’s got me thinking about trying to get something finished. I’ve also been spending way too much time on twitter and following a few writers there, mainly because I love watching the conversations fly between them.

I dug around in some back up files and found a few bits I had written, as well as some outlines for some stories. I just can’t decide if I want to try and pick them back up and see if I can do something with them, or just toss it all and start from scratch with something completely different. There are a few characters that I would love to bring back and write again, they’re fun and once things get flowing, it’s easy to get in their heads. I’m not throwing anything out, but I may just let them stay in the back up folder a bit longer.