It seems to be an ongoing cycle in a writer’s life; too many words or not enough. Writing a novel, completing a short story a week and brimming full of ideas with very little time on your hands? That’s a nice problem to have. Taken a couple of weeks off and all the story ideas have run away and hidden in the garden and your fingers hover over the keyboard for hours before pressing a solitary key? Not so great.
It’s been a bit like that for me in recent weeks. After taking a couple of weeks away from my computer, I find myself struggling to see where some of my works were initially headed. It’s like the colour leached away while I wasn’t looking, and now the world is black and white and insubstantial again.
Experience tells me the only way to regain the endless flow of words is to write some more. Bad advice? Maybe for some. For me, it’s the hard truth, the more words I write, the more easily others appear, so there are a number of writing prompts and exercises in my future until the words start to colour my landscape once again.
So what’s on my desk?
Three short stories in semi-completed form. I am hoping to get at least one of these finished in the next week or so.
Two more short stories that need a good edit before they can find a home.
One novel draft.
One set of ideas, plot points and character outlines for the upcoming NaNoWriMo this November, if I’m brave enough to give it a shot.
There is also a towering stack of books to be read, that I’m truly looking forward to, including City of Lies from Sam Hawke. Poisons and intrigue. I can’t wait!