I’m not stuck, really I’m not. But not much writing has happened the past few days. No excuse really. I’m off from work, and have had the house to myself all day until DH gets home from work in the evenings. I swear it’s just laziness and/or my ADHD kicking in. Then there’s cleaning the house up. It actually looks like people live here now. And then there’s M*A*S*H reruns (what is currently distracting me). And tomorrow I’ll be going to the Jacksonville Quilt Show with Mom.
Actually taking time out from writing does help me see it fresh when I get back to it. Distractions can inspire some too. Yesterday, while doing an impromptu cleaning of my office closet (I went in there to clear a space for the vaccum cleaner, which I ended up never using. It’s still sitting in the middle of the dining room floor), I had a new scene for Valerie and Daniel’s story come to me. Her house is vaguely based on mine (except her’s sits on a lake, mine is a good ten miles from the nearest body of water bigger than a retention pond). The house belonged to her parents, then her mother died and her father couldn’t bear to live there. Therefore there a lot of things left in the house for Valerie to go through. It makes sense that Daniel might help or end up there while she’s doing this chore. I haven’t yet decided where to put this scene in their relationship but it will go into the story somewhere, and it all came about because I was in the throes of a cleaning fit.
But ultimately for me, what it boils down to to break a block, is just sitting down with the laptop and getting words out of my head and onto the disc. It may be crap, it usually is, but if it ends up out of my head, I can edit my little heart out later. The first words to hit the page are garbage, but it’s the idea, the story they convey, that is what’s real. If I can get that down, the hard part is over for me. I can edit, revise, rewrite and rethink at this point. Getting the words out is the chore.