The inevitable result of my not writing stories down when they first come to me, and completing at least a first draft when the urge to write them is still brand new, is that I create a traffic jam of sorts in my head. Stories back up, try new routes, get impatient, start to honk. Characters get out of lane and start sniffing around in the wrong story. Chaos ensues.
Right now I’m juggling the sequel to ‘Getting Some’ (working title ‘Itch’), a new short story collection, a dystopian romance (who knew?) and a literary novel that’s been patiently awaiting a green traffic light for at least five years. All these bits are in various stages of completion and polishing. There’s no shortage of writing projects for me to work on, which is why my utter inability to get anything down on the page at this very moment is so frustrating…..
This evening I came home sure I was going to knock off the next chapter of ‘Itch’, I had so much fun with it the last time I sat down to work on it. No such luck, though…
Exercises for writer’s block, anyone?