Day 3 of not writing this 10 minute bloganovella. I’m experiencing wicked back pain, and I suppose that is my excuse. It is only that though, an excuse. I am at that point where I am not excited about moving forward in the narrative and I need to change something to make something happen in order to jump start my joy for the story. I like the character and he’s building steadily, but I’m not quite where I need to be with it in order to make this a fun write and read.
Of course, that is all up to me. I’m absolutely a non-believer of some external writers block. That stuff is in your head. It lives in my head on occasion, but I can beat it. My demon is consistency. I’m Snowpiercer, The Engine Eternal, but if I stop I don’t know that I can start for a really long time. To continue movie quotes, I wind up in the Sunken Place.
Okay. well… on to…
Some Thoughts:
- Here’s how I define my birth family: My kids are with my birth mom and I remain convinced she is straight up indoctrinating them to hate me and feel like they should never be in my life. It be like that. Some family exists in antithesis to the idea of family and she is that family.