I’ve been hoping for something to inspire me to start back on my novel. It’s been a couple of months and the urge is just not there.
Yes, I’ve been traveling. Yes, the holidays happened. Still, nothing really. I find myself writing the same scene in my head over and over. It’s a scene I would like to use to start the novel.
Well, maybe that is writing. I have yet to put it down on paper. This is what I’m not sure of. Why? Has anyone else has this problem. Just staring at their laptop as if it were a stranger.
I keep reading. I’ve really enjoyed some of the fantasy stuff. Robin Hobb and Patrick Rothfuss. I love the worlds they create. I have wondered if I’ve become disillusioned somehow, knowing my writing is nothing like theirs. I also know enough not to compare myself to other writers but alas, I do sometimes.
I keep telling myself, it will come. Time will come when it all fits again.