On my writing to-do list for weeks: typing drafts that were completely written by hand, maintaining this blog, researching story details, and preparing submissions.
My writing group has presented challenges and new ideas flit around my imagination, but how could I draft new material while my older work isn’t moving? All new ideas crawl into hidey-holes when I attempt to coax them onto paper.
Exacerbating the blockage is guilt that I’m not making the right choices: I’ve been relaxing too much on the weekends…If I went to bed immediately when I got home, then I wouldn’t be too tired to write at lunch…
And there is the type of fear that entangles the mind.
The two short story drafts I have recently wanted to complete are too dark or require material that is too unfamiliar, I think. People could be offended by them. Maybe? Last week, I decided to blaze through one of these stories only to discover that I had destroyed the first half and accompanying notes the same day they were written. Was it really that bad?!
There’s only one thing to do. It is time for spring cleaning, after all.
Bring on the rest of the weekend! I’m going to clear the clog.