I haven’t been writing on my two on-going books lately—just seem to have lost the energy to make them go. This has happened before, and I always come out of it, but so far, nothing seems to interest me enough to sit down and write. Ennui has been my companion for a couple months.
I assume that most authors hit a brick wall at times, and I also assume that this feeling will go away, but it’s frustrating. When I’m in the throes of creating a book or story, it follows me around and bangs in my head until I can get to the computer and get it out. When the muse returns, I find myself creating plot lines and characters in the shower, in bed, while driving. It’s like living with someone who nags me all the time to write! Write! Write!
That nag is not there right now, but she will be back, exhorting me to tell my stories, to make a difference. I look forward with a little trepidation to her presence in my head, pushing me to create, Right Now!
Probably other authors reading this can relate, maybe not, but that’s my story, or rather, my experience. For now.
Thanks for listening.
Nan McKenzie, January 29, 2018.
Author of Bigfoot and Bigfoot Returns