I've come down with a horrendous case of writer's block. For weeks, situations and ideas that normally would spark a crazy uncontrollable excitement to write, were just situations and ideas. I didn't jot them down on a post it or email myself as a reminder or key phrase to work from. . .I just went about my day, uninspired but not even really caring that I was uninspired.
At first I wasn't worried. Writer's block happens to everyone. It was the fact that I didn't feel any urgency or sadness about the writer's block that got me worried. Do I hate writing?
All at once, late last week, everything was inspiring! I would log in to blogger immediately just to get a draft going. Three sentences in, maybe a couple of paragraphs in, I'd stop and read it. Noooo. I don't want to finish it. I have several short drafts saved, 30 new blog post ideas in my head, and no motivation at all to finish what I started writing or even get my new thoughts in draft form.
What is happening?!
Yesterday, I read an entire novel front to back. That's a good sign; at least that verifies that I haven't given up on both writing and reading. After I finished the novel, though, I had a thought. I considered it and devised how I would write it out, what the main point would be, how I would set up the main point. . .and I realized it wasn't that I didn't want to write about it. I realized I wanted to write more about it. It deserved more time and description, more depth than just a post. A book?
Maybe I'm finally brave enough to start writing the novel I've always had in the back of my mind, in the center of my heart. Maybe I'm unable to write a blog post because I know just a simple post won't do it justice.
If THAT is what is happening, and I haven't fallen out of love with words and stories, I am okay. Now, I have to start outlining this novel.