Am I the only writer around to unintentionally take time off?
No writer’s block.
So what was it? Did I not know how to end the book? Maybe.
So how did I feel not working on my novel? Like the life had been literally sucked out of me. Truly. Like I was a ship without a safe harbor. Clichés? Sometimes you have to say what you feel and just let it out.
It began with a few trips that put my writing life on a roller coaster.

You can always take your laptop with you on trips. But I’m weak. I always find other things to do. But this much I know. I don’t like it when I’m not writing. I don’t feel whole. I’m serious. (Oh, Darla, you’re just trying to have something to say to get this blog up.) No, it’s the truth. I am miserable. I mean utterly miserable. I am not myself.
My first book is currently with an excellent editor. So I have released that one. But my second book is weirding me out. It’s moving in a direction that has surprised me. And I like it. It borders on the best writing I’ve ever done. (And remember whose opinion that is…) But I am feeling terrific today and wrote from 5 -11:30 a.m. and had a glorious reunion with myself. And how did I get back on track?
I got up, put the coffee on, kept all the windows shuttered and began reading and editing the last forty pages. Editing words, making corrections and amazing myself at what I had previously written.
Funny thing is I got to page 240 and anxiously scrolled down awaiting the next page only to discover blank pages. It seems I had stopped there. No, no and no!!!! What happens next?It was good and it was bad.
It was good because I realized that it was exciting enough that I was in turmoil because I didn’t know what happened. Yet, I was in a funk until tomorrow the same time when I work out the dilemma I left them in. Will I kill off a character? I think I have to. Will it hurt? Probably. Will they feel it? Hey this is fiction.
Thoughts anyone?
Sounds like you are back in the saddle. Glad to hear it…
Well, this ain’t your first rodeo, so you’ll know what to do!