I'm back. I think.

Have you missed me? I've missed you! So, I have had writer's block for a while. And I know everyone has their own beliefs about writer's block. But, I believe it exists, and I go through it from time to time. Richie has generously offered to give me writing assignments to unblock me. My first? A two-page, single-spaced paper on puppies. Seriously. So came The Inalienable Rights of Puppies. Debating publishing it on here.

Quote of the Day: "If you have powers, cultivate them. The work of dping it willbring you as much satisfaction as you will ever get. The huzzahs of the public don't mean anything. That's the aftermath- you've been paid and satisfied if you are not selfish and greedy long before that reaches you." ~Ames, Sister Carrie, Theodore Dresier
What I'm Reading: The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan.

Write write write...BLOCK

So, I was doing really well for the month of August. I had set myself a goal to write three paegs everyday, and I did. It was awesome. I was even able to write poems and those little ficlet prompts that I'm still trying to get caught up on. But, I went to write yesterday on a new story, and I couldn't do all three pages. It's as if I ran out of things to say. I don't know what this means. Should I take a break and give my mind time to think and outline? Or should I just keep plugging on ahead?





What I'm reading: Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser
Quote of the Day: "Call me simple-minded. Others do." ~ Odd Thomas, Dean Koontz

Update

Well, it's certainly been a while, hasn't it? Of course, I don't even know how many people, if any at all, read this, so there is probably no one keeping track. I'm still doing my weekly poetry prompts, but lately my writing has been seeming to me to be... I don't really know what the word is. Not as good as I would like. It's been a while since I've written a poem I'm proud of, that I really like.
My fiction kind of bounces around. I still haven't really hit my writing stride. I basically just write until I get stuck on everything I'm working on, then I just stop. I don't know what to do next. Do I edit? Do I try to work on something new? I did manage to eke out a short, short horror story inspired by my friend Anita. She really liked it. It's the first horror I've ever attempted. I think I'm going to submit it. I had another idea pop into my head, and I wrote out as much as I could before writer's block forced me to stop.
Some writers say that there is no writer's block, you just have to keep writing. Just push through it. Yeah, that doesn't work for me. I can't write something that isn't there. And I'm not just going to write random stuff, even if it is just a rough draft. So, I'm just not writing much right now. My muse has abandoned me. He needs to be replaced. I used to write two pages a day, five days a week with no problem. Three pages a day five days a week was a little harder. Four pages a day ground everything to a halt. I have so many little blurbs of a dialogue, or little scences, that are all homeless. I'm having a hard time building homes for them. Boo.