Only a few days ago a chapter that has been swirling in my head for years simply flowed out of me.
The past few days have been a brick wall of nothing.
I would like to be able to tap that mental wall with an internal wand as if I am a wizard in the Potterverse and have the bricks fold and roll away thereby opening up into a whole new world of wonder.
Instead, I resorted to snacking chocolates and am back to writing about my writing brain.
It’s a bit of a cop out tonight, I’ll admit it. I believe in my heart that even this bit of effort is still building the muscle memory.
It’s like taking a short walk versus going to the gym and working out.
I am still forcing my brain to stretch,, push and flex it’s word searching muscles to express my struggles.
Trying to stay in shape for whenever that wall starts to crumble.
And perhaps, just perhaps, if I
keep going something might spark and cause that wall to crack, then break with fantastic explosion resulting in a brilliant flow of words, rythym, and magic.
I’ll just sit here and wait a bit longer before . . . . . . . . . . . . …
. . . I give up for the night.
248 Days to go.