I'm sitting here trying to decide what to write about tonight. Strange, I normally never have this problem. Blank white pages...Ah, the horror!
Writing...This week I have been very good, and very focused. I have met my goals, every one of them. So that is a good thing. I've even rewarded myself by doing a little reading. They weren't hard goals and that makes it easier.
Today's reading was on Medieval Folklore...Interesting stuff I must admit. I am still on my education quest. I have found recently that I seem to be interested in this period in time. Actually, I have always been interested in this particular era. A rough time indeed for those that that lived it.
Also went to meet with some romance authors today. It was fun getting to sit down and discuss what neurotic problems they face. Amazing, but I'm seeing a pattern forming here. Laughing, at least I know I'm not alone. Then I picked up one of my favorite authors. A woman whose books I read religiously. However, this time I tried to look at her writing from an objective point of view. I tried not to get pulled into the story. I'm analizing one of my favorite books using all the new techniques I've learned, or rather not learned and trying to figure out the hard way . It's hard, this analizing. Perhaps, it's because I am unsure of myself. I'm not even sure about this post. "And this too shall pass"
Today even though meeting with writers, I felt a little cut off from everything. I feel alone tonight in my writing life. I know that everyone goes through it, everyone feels like this sometimes. Bothering me a little more than normal tonight. Ah well, such is life.
Think I'll go have myself a good woodchuck cider and deliberate, perhaps I only need a little dose of the Lord of the Rings.
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I just have a minute. I hope the blank page is now full! I am working more hours now at my job plus
getting up at 5 to write. Whew! So, that's why you
don't hear from me more often. Things should be back
to normal by Thanksgiving. I hope!!
Ah, the blank page. The one I love to hate.
Part of me loves the challenge of a blank page, the possibilities, the thrill of filling it with capering, laughing characters and desperate, black atrocities.
The other part hates that blankness FOR it's possibilities. It balks at the emptiness, at the responsibility it implies. It rages that more, ever more is expected of me and that nothing I ever write will truly fill the blankness that is an empty page because there's always another and another and another.
Oh, the dichotomy. *grin* Oh, the melodrama! I'm getting pretty good at that! Woo-hoo!
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