It's not a secret! For anyone who knows me or follows me on Twitter, you might have noticed that I have been abnormally quiet over the past two months. I tend to be that obnoxious chatterbox who wants to talk to everybody. Starting conversations, initiating introductions, and always having an opinion on the latest and greatest. I was unusually subdued at RWA Nationals this year and silent in the Twitterverse. What has been my problem? Whatever you may call it – “Writer's Block,” loss of muse, death of confidence, fear of success – I have had it. Luckily enough for me, my friends came to my rescue.
This past weekend I spent at what I am pretty sure is one of the most beautiful places in North Carolina. Without the distraction of the interwebs, I was forced (forced, I tell you, forced) to enjoy luscious scenery, get over the creative funk, and spend some time with my fellow writers.
We're writers. We're weird. Again, not a secret.
I am happy to report that I do seem to have found my creative spirit again. Thanks to the persistence of my friends and their willingness to listen, even if they had to make me talk about my problems in the first place. Being able to commune with this weirdness and openly talk about the quirks of the voices in my head was exactly the boost I needed to get myself back on track.
Hoping to make one's living from people, places, and plots that don't exist in reality... it's a funny ambition, is it not? It's almost not a real product unless someone enjoys it. Have you ever felt so relieved that you could discuss the imaginary people in your brain?