Ever get the feeling you're on the edge of something good?

[SlaveMasterUK]

Since I posted The Fallen in October, I've been suffering a bit from writer's block. It was hard at first finding things to do in the evenings, but I soon got used to it.

However just recently I've been going a bit crazy, looking for things to write. I've started getting ideas again, started feeling the barest trickles of the current of inspiration flowing beneath my feet. I've started a couple of new stories, each promising to be good, until about 4 days later when they suddenly seem to look dry.

But just recently I've found a new character that I've pretty much fallen in love with. Now I need to use her in something; I have a few ideas, but there's some big thing that needs to gel. But I can feel it - it's right there, hovering at the back of my mind, the next big thing that will consume me for another 6-8 months of drafting, typing, cutting, re-drafting, re-typing, editing and proofing. It's right there, hovering right on the brink of existence like a soap bubble, crisp and pure and perfect, but so ethereal that it will pop with anything other than the lightest grasp.

The great chasm of inspiration lies open beneath me, beckoning me to jump in, and yet I am restrained by the chords of my own limitations. Can I cut these chords and jump free?

Only time (and possibly alcohol) will tell.

Do you ever get that feeling?

ax

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Yes, many times. I have several masterpieces inside of me, just waiting to be told to the world. Hubby encourages me to write and publish what I write, but I haven't done so yet.

 

[Guest]

Ax, I'm very glad for you. You described the state well. I had it before I began my novel, just thoughts that were there first thing each morning when I woke. They kept me company all day and then I'd go to bed with them. Lovely.

Best to you always,

Perdita

 

[SlaveMasterUK]

well, what other encouragement are you waiting for, Svenska?

ax

 

[SlaveMasterUK]

thoughts that were there first thing each morning when I woke. They kept me company all day and then I'd go to bed with them. Lovely.

This is the state I am in when I am working on a novel (as opposed to something shorter). Always, without exception. When the sounds of the outside world quieten and the voices of my real friends become silent, the voices and faces of my characters resound in my head, keeping my mind occupied.

It is a beautiful gift to be able to hold a whole new world in your head. A state I long to return to...

ax