At the moment, blank pages are all I've got.
All the blankness got me thinking today that, perhaps, writing a novel right now (or even attempting to finish one of my many dangling WIPs) is a bit ambitious. I really miss writing...and blogging too! But the thought of a novel is too big for me to wrap my stretched-too-thin mind around at the moment. So I've decided to dial it back a bit and go for a short story. I'll even do one better than that, I'm going to simply flesh out one that I've already started. Just like that old saying goes...How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.
Copping out? Maybe.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. And right now I'm having to overcome a HUGE amount of "static fiction"
Copping out again: This blog entry is actually an excerpt from my journal. Yes, that means you just took a peek in my diary ;-)
So what do you do if you're writing mojo is flowing slower than molasses in January?