 Image @ theguardian.com Writer's Block: When your imaginary friends stop talking to you. ~author Unknown
I am well and truly stuck in my novel writing process. To put a fine point on it, I've got myself a nasty case of writer's block (...which I know will completely crack up many of my former students). The cause of this problem is frankly laughable...I'm stuck because I'm happy. Not like, "Oh, I'm having a good day" kind of happy but the kind that goes all the way down to your bones. It is quite a novelty feeling this way, spending my time doing things that just flat out make me fly. It makes for a great life, but sucks the edginess right out of my ability to write fiction. For those of you eagerly waiting on the sequel to my first book, it's coming I promise! Having writer's block is a completely new experience for me and the fun part is I can finally relate to all of those students who have dejectedly confessed, "Mrs. Schaefer, I just don't know what to write." I have given hundreds of little exercises to them in an attempt to unclog those creative juices. Hopefully I saved them all in my "Teaching Writing Bin" (which is currently collecting dust in my garage), because it would appear that I'm gonna need them in order to get this career back on track! Unfortunately, my foray into the bin won't be happening today, either, because I have a date on my sofa with a brilliant homicide detective who always knows how to keep me on the edge of my seat. I'll go digging through my bin...tomorrow!
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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