May 13, 2012

On Writer's Block

So it’s Mother’s Day in the good old US of A (ha!  I made a rhyme) and the festivities were celebrated on Friday with my son, daughter-in-law and grandson so as to avoid the restaurant crush which inevitably occurs on the real day, that is - today.  And I promised myself, now that I have the whole day free, that I would roll up my sleeves and get to work on my third novel. Today. Absolutely without fail.

I’m at that stage in the book where a big black void miraculously appears out of nowhere and threatens to swallow the plot whole.  Or you realize with a start, that this part of the book has turned into a real snooze.  You know the part where the reader skips a few pages ahead in the hope that something, anything, is about to happen?  There I was staring at a blank computer screen save for “Chapter” typed neatly and centered precisely at the top of the page.  What to do?  What to do?                         
Five hours later: the patio has been swept, flowers planted, dog groomed, recycling wheeled to the curb, dandelions sprayed. You get the picture. What I needed was inspiration. I grabbed a stack of research articles I’ve been meaning to read, poured a glass of Pinot Noir (hey, it’s Mother’s Day! A girl’s entitled to a treat) and headed outside. The sun was warm on my face, the cardinals were chirping happily away at the feeder and the hammock beckoned. Yawn. Time for a nap.



         

 

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