Writer-In-Progress

The urge to write, that is.

I really have been grappling lately with this melancholy attitude toward writing. It’s not that I’ve been blocked–I’ve been working (not as diligently as I should) on outlining a new story over the past several weeks, a baby bit at a time–but I just am not feeling the urge to write with any sort of passion.

It all started after I got back from camp and, until today on the way home, hadn’t really let go. I did have two articles to finish for deadline after camp and I managed fine, but other than that, there wasn’t any writing going on. I tried all sorts of tricks with no luck. Nothing stirred my interest or passion in the words that I’d spent my summer dreaming about. I couldn’t get it going at all (even though the new story does excite and interest me).

Not until today on the way home, anyway. At the stoplight, a line from a book I’d read during free reading time with my 7th graders popped in my head, and immediately the old gears started turning slowly the way they always do when I get the spark of something good running around inside. By the time I got home (half a block) I had a whole paragraph of a new story to start, but had promised myself to finish the one I’m working on first. (I will this time if it KILLS me!!). I hurried to finish all my lesson prep and mom-duties so I could have some writing time alone tonight. I didn’t get a massive amount done but enough to get me excited to come back tomorrow night for more of the same. ANd that’s no small accomplishment.

I haven’t forgotten you guys, my readers, either. I have lots of ideas planned on the calendar for various kinds of posts but haven’t had time to zero in on getting those things together. I will, I will. Might be a little while but I’ll get there. I feel like such a louse when I’m not posting here, but until the excitement came back, it was like pulling teeth to get the brain to cooperate. Hopefully this mood is here to stay….

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