Writing has been a chore this winter. My schedule has been blasted to pieces and I haven’t been able to regain momentum.
In an effort to overcome the blank in my creative brain, I am trying the reliable methods I’ve used in the past.
|Ocean Pond, Osceola National Forest|
Since we don’t have a bathtub in the camper, I can’t soak in the tub with soft music, so cross that one off.
Yesterday I spent several hours afternoon sitting near the lake. The water was ruffled by the wind. Birds chirped and tweeted. Otherwise it was so quiet I could hear the earth turning on its axis. I emptied my mind of work. This was time to refresh and relax. Did I return home to write prolifically? Hah. Maybe next time.
Today I took a walk. The forest is priming for spring. Scattered mayflowers poke white faces toward the sun. Pinecones plop to the ground. (Did you know they need to burn to force the seeds to sprout? ) Squirrels race in crazy circles as they hunt a mate. Again the birds twittered and cheeped. I found a heap of bear scat alongside the path. (That is the fancy term for bear poop.) This is black bear country.
|Osceola National Forest|
Did I return enthused about my story? Un-uh.
So what is the plan?
Today I stared at my computer screen.
I have a plan. I’m going to find my original enthusiasm by reading my synopsis/outline. I’m making notes. I’m looking at my story with clear eyes and focusing on where I’m going with it.
I feel better having shared with you. I know you understand.
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In Ancient Awakening, Police Officer ‘Mel’ Petersen investigates a death only she believes is murder. By disobeying direct orders from the Rhodes End Chief, she risks her career to follow clues that twist in circles to her backyard and lead the killer to her.
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Legend gave him many names, but the wide halls of his mountain retreat no longer echoed with countless worshipers. He could have ruled the world had his ambition not died with the passage of time. The endless whispers were from the cold winds and the few praying priests. He didn’t care that he couldn’t remember his real name or birthplace.
For an eon he’d regretted the loss of softer emotions. Love had been the first feeling to die, along with the woman who had insisted he would never harm her. He couldn’t recall her features just the merry tinkle of her laughter and the bright smile she had greeted him with every morning. He licked his lips. She’d tasted sweet.
Fierce need flared in his gut and he sniffed the air. Outside his chamber a single acolyte in long brown robes waited to escort him. His mouth curved with a mirthless smile. The silent servants had ignited the flickering wall torches. Shadows jumped and shivered in the drafty halls like nervous virgins.
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