Wallow. Yell. Exit.

One thing I love about writing stories is choosing TITLES, especially chapter titles, but today I’m very much annoyed.

Part of that has to do with a HUGE bill that arrived before the weekend, lack of sleep, and not being in the mood for the Day Job, but most of it is the result of title writer’s block. Not for the chapters but for the story.

The problem?

THEY ARE ALL TAKEN.

EVERY SINGLE ONE I CAME UP WITH ALREADY EXIST!

Wallows in self-pity. Yells at Internet Void. Exits blog.

Sitting, waiting, wishing (also known as: not writing)

I’m sitting here, at the dining room table, waiting for inspiration to strike me. Wishing I could muster up the willpower to plunge ahead in the world of words. Every writer has his own process, mine has much to do with this title.

Sit behind computer/notebook/phone, wait for inner editor to shut up (because she is yelling that this story is too complicated for me to put on paper), wishing writing felt more easy.

The thing is, I love to write. To lose myself in a story, surprise myself with strange twists and cunning characters, but I also find it the hardest thing to do. Maybe because I’m a perfectionist. Maybe because I’m lazy. Maybe because I’m scared the story won’t come out the way it’s intended. Maybe because all of the above. For me writing never gets easier, not really.

But since I’ve already typed over a hundred words, I might as well go ahead and write a new scene. My character is going to set something on fire and while she’s gathering highly flammable materials to set alight, she’s going to describe her favorite moment of all moments.

The second after striking a match.

We are all so very lost

When I was feeling out of place at a party this weekend I was wondering what went on in the heads of the people attending it.

Did they really enjoy their work so much?  (They went on and on and on about it. I can’t fill three minutes talking about my job).

Is their life really as easy as it sounds? (A lot of times Sometimes I wonder what the &%#!@ I’m doing or what I’m supposed to do)

Are their kids really as well behaved as they say they are? (mine are not)

It felt like I was part of a play and a thought popped up in my mind. A thought I can’t seem to shake.

We are all so very lost. And we are all pretending.

Sipping our drinks, hearing but not listening, talking without actually saying anything worth saying.

At that moment I felt strangely connected to everyone at that party.

Because it’s better to be lost together.

I know.

I should sleep more.

Hello Autumn

Autumn is here, bringing rain and dark mornings.

I feel a bit melancholic and am not entirely sure it’s because the time that was, the time that is or the time that’s yet to come. And I guess it doesn’t really matter.

Autumn’s here. I’m here. That’s all there is to it.

So what Am I Going to Do with this One precious Autumn in 2017?

I’m going to get back to writing and editing. There are stories to be told, stories to unfold and stories that need to change.

(I know I promised pictures in my previous post. But my computer at work is not cooperating so you’ll have to wait for those.

(sorry not sorry)

🙂