I have not been writing for the past six weeks. Instead, I’ve been painting like a crazy woman in order to revamp my portfolio for an upcoming SCBWI conference. After that, it will be back to splitting shifts between art and writing.
As everyone on this blog has said, it’s really tough to get back into your story when you’ve been away from it for an extended period of time, and I know it will be difficult for me. There are a lot of reasons for that, but for me, the biggest one is fear. Continue reading
A couple of months back, while working on my first draft, I got stuck in a scene. Whenever I sat down to write, no matter how much I told myself to just “get it down and move on,” I wound up reworking that stupid scene. It was like having OCD. Part of my mulish subconscious had dug in her heels, stopping me cold, and the scene morphed into a time-sucking black hole. Normally, my internal editors limit themselves to snarky comments, but once in a while one of them takes a more direct approach—turning into a stealth puppet master and jerking me around by my strings. Continue reading