How does this happen? Its not like I don't know what to type. I'm extrememly organized and usually block out my scenes so I don't think that is the problem. I know what needs to occur next in my story so why can't I write it? Maybe I just hate my characters and don't care if the two of them ever get out of the alligator invested swamp.
No, I think its that my heart is in another story right now. One I'd resolved not to write. The tale of the dark and dangerous Siyah and the self-hating Raven. It's not a happy journey. I'm not even sure they both survive it. I'm not sure about ANYTHING having to do with them. The entire plot and story is just a thick fog randomly lit up with sparks of electric possibilities. I've refuse to block it out or even think about the ending. But I can't work on anything else because their tale of terror and temptation is too, well...too tempting for me to focus on my "official" novel.
So I sit here, munching on M&M's and lurking amid the Facebook posts about new babies and the Tweet announcements of "awesome" summer antics. Your pictures are blurry, by the way, just an observation from a grumpy insomniac.
My eyes flit from time to time to the scribbled notes I grudgingly jotted down about gypsy legends and curses. I thumb through an article about grifter scams, but quickly toss it away. I will not abandon a perfectly good, well constructed novel, to work on this...this...wait -- is that a book on talismans over there?
Photograph by Jamie Neely. Photograph by Horia Varlan.