This post was supposed to have happened a week or so ago… I’m not quite sure what happened.
As you all know I’ve been having a problem getting my imaginary friends to talk to me and I had (when this post was supposed to have happened) recently asked for ideas to get into their good graces again. One of the ideas was to walk away from writing altogether for a bit and read read read, or do some other creative thing. So, this is what I’ve been doing, however I didn’t mean to leave y’all out of the loop!
This does NOT mean I’m shutting down my blog in any way, shape, or form, just that I won’t be posting often, and most of posts will probably be behind the curtains rather than story ideas.
For anyone who doesn’t want to stick with me, I understand and I thank you for the time you’ve spent in my imagination. For those of you still with me when my friends decide to start talking again, though, I look forward to the stories we have yet to share.
Your usual post is on the way, but I need a little help. For a while I’ve found myself rundown, brain blocked, lacking words, without enthusiasm, and so on. (As I’ve probably mentioned too many times.) And any other writers or creative people in general know, this makes it very difficult to create art. Each word is like yanking a tooth! Recently I started another project to see if I could restart my brain and it’s working in spurts and spasms, but not smoothly yet. And not efficiently enough to un-dredge this week’s post from the mud that is my imagination at the moment. I know creating never “easy” so to speak, but I haven’t ever had this much difficulty either. I’m telling y’all, this muck has to be about six feet deep and I’m not that tall. So, my question to anyone who might have an idea is this, how do you get past a creative block? How do you regain the passion for your art once more? How do you find your muse? In my mind, I can see the images for my stories as clearly as if a movie was playing before my very eyes, but when it comes to writing I literally feel like I have cotton for brains… or maybe cement. Seriously, I can actually feel pressure in my head when I’m trying to write and it’s the oddest thing! I love writing and being an author is my dream and what I want to do with my life. I am not giving up, nor do I want to, but I know when I need to ask for hep. So, please, HELP!
You post is on the way, I promise but as is the norm lately it will be delayed a bit. Hopefully not more than a half day or so. I don’t quite know what’s up with me, but I’ve been in a bit of a funk for a while. Y’all know that, though. I’ve mentioned it. Am I a complete baby for admitting to it again? I certainly feel like one. I feel like I should just be able to power through this. Like I’m just being a sloth for not being better, but I know whatever this is it too will pass. I’m not giving up.
I thank you all for your patience and support although I’m far from deserving it. My readers are simply the best and y’all have no idea how much I appreciate each and every one of you.
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“Good morning, Pam!” I wave, pushing my newly purple bangs out of my face with the other hand.
After a hot second, she finally looks up from her phone her forehead creasing. “Emma, you’re late.”
“Just wanted to give you a few extra minutes with your dating app. Goodness knows you haven’t had a date in a month.”
“Keep your voice down!” She hisses.
I laugh her off and unlock the door to the salon, my salon, I should say. The one year anniversary of opening the Harry Mary was coming up in a week and I still hadn’t figured out how to celebrate. I need to get to it while the getting is still good. Who knows? One anniversary might be the only one I get. Continue reading
Hi, everyone! My usual blog writing day of Sunday was taken up by prep for my trip to NY, which I’m currently on my way to. I do, however have a story idea and plan to post it ASAP. Fear not, dear readers, I have not forgotten you…. or perhaps that’s, do fear, dear readers because another story is on the way. 😉