Ramblings Of An Unquiet Mind

The Mind is Blank

How can you possibly go from writing a draft for a novel with all these ideas swirling around and around, connecting with your characters and having a plan of where their story is going to lead to, .......nothing!!!

I was on such a roll with More Than A Journey Home, but for the last week, maybe a bit more.....nothing.

I literally sat down five minutes ago and started to write and then deleted it as it was just not working. Talk about frustrating. And what does this mean?? Will Mason remain forever stuck in the kitchen at 2am after cooking an extremely early breakfast? Will he never speak another word to the two people sitting in the kitchen with him? How devastating for him if this turns out to be true.

And Sir Cursorlot is also grumbling about the lack of work I have been giving him as well. The endless, blink, blink, blink with nowhere to go is driving him crazy.

I want to write!! I want to tell stories and grow in my work, not come to a dead stop like my boots have set in concrete with no way out.

I've never been short of things to say, but my creative mojo has gone on break without even a by your leave? What the???

Bloody frustrating.