There is nothing better on a damp, autumn afternoon than a pot of Earl Grey tea. I crave it not only for it's flavor but for the dose of aromatherapy I get while it steeps and while I sip on it. I am painfully aware of how long it has been since I wrote anything in this space. I have had a few ideas for some stories to develop but I can't seem to get the prose to flow onto paper...or computer screen as it were. I feel as though I haven't had any real inspiration for anything to write in months and honestly, it has plagued me. Amid all the changes I have undergone in the last year you'd think I could find some sort of inspiration but alas I am an empty cup.
Perhaps the chill of autumn and the knowledge that winter is not far off will help as I seem to do my best writing this time of year. The story I have been kicking around in my head is aching to be told but I am afraid...afraid on a few levels. I know a writer isn't supposed to be afraid to tell a story, isn't supposed to worry so much about what her audience is going to think of the story she has written but I am.... I am afraid that the story may be taken out of context. Most of my stories are not happy ones. I am never as fond of the final product when I feel forced to create a "happily ever after" ending. Sometimes there are no happy endings or sometimes the happy ending isn't what you think it should be.
So I will make you a deal. I will begin work on my" unhappily ever after" story as long as you do not, as my readers, my friends and my family, read the story as this being a dark time for me...far from it. So as long as you do not worry for me or have me committed as you read it, I will share it with you. Sometimes a tortured writer is a good writer. Stay tuned and thanks for being patient and thanks for reading.
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