Some of you may know I have had a huge dip in health this summer, resulting in almost total lack of actual word count. Deadlines (self imposed I confess) have crashed, plans re-arranged endlessly and a steep hill of patience almost mastered, I’m not by nature a good patient:(
What I have had is endless hours of physical inactivity where my mind has been able to roam free. I have, in my mind, completely re-structured my WIP, The Ancestors Tale, conjured up more short stories magically from the imagination (how come that subconscious brain of mine is so dark?:) I have plotted and planned while lying on my bed. In that strange and wonderful place, called brain, my wit sparkles, the conversations between characters illuminate and dazzle. Up there in my head I shape such amazing structures with words a person could climb high to the stars on them.
As my health returns and time comes to translate those dizzy heights into the written word I find my fingers falter, I cannot. How can it be done? Do I dare even try? Wouldn’t it better to leave them as if a dream, to fade out of existence? To meld imagination, brain and paper seems a task of such magnitude the spirit fails. However, I have been in this gloomy place before and know it for the ill health it is, know it for a temporary halt along the way. The words, when they come, may not be bedecked with the brilliance of these past few weeks but hopefully they will stand firm.
1) word count for The Ancestor’s Tale -nil
work on Folk Tales – nil
2) great thoughts – amazing:)
3) books read 3
4) blog small peice on dragonflies – this smaller peice for Insecure Writers
Hope everyone’s week was good – keep smiling:)