In the past week, I have written about sixteen pages worth of random conversations centering around a new-ish story idea. If I were to proceed with this idea and write this story, most of these scenes would likely be unusable as they are mostly mundane drivel. The writing itself isn’t all that bad. The conversations just don’t exactly make for riveting reading.
The point is…I’ve been writing.
It’s been well over six months since I have written anything. At least as far as I can recall. I’ve tried countless times to put something down on paper (or screen as the case may be), but nothing has been produced. But I had this little flicker of a spark. A new little idea entered my mind and I started hammering out these exchanges between characters. It’s not the greatest material I could be producing, but the simple fact that I’m producing anything is a damn miracle.
I’ve been in a creative drought for so long. I’ve been high and dry without any inklings of new ideas and all of my existing ideas have been hanging in this limboland of indecision. Some of them still have the potential to be worth working on, but I need the right inspiration to strike. Other ideas have been beaten so hard over the years, it might just be time to tuck them into the archives and let them rest for good. There have been a couple of other new ideas that have been rolling around in my head, but I don’t know if I can pull them off. I don’t know if I can make any of them into complete stories. Especially considering some of these things are a complete departure from my usual routes. Which is kind of what I want, but I’ve never been good at flying blind. All in all it doth not bode well for this aspiring novelist.
I don’t know where these sixteen pages of random dialogue will lead. But right now, I’m content to keep rambling on with them.
Basil, the Gremlin Muse is stirring. I hope he sticks around for awhile. He makes cute, squeaky noises when I poke him.
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