The first step in solving a problem is admitting one exists, and I see, by the dates of my last half dozen posts, that I have one. Or several.
I haven’t written much in the past twelve months. I have had a ton of ideas, but few have made it even partially onto the page. My Duotrope submission tracker has gone cold, and there’s a thick coating of dust on my guitar. The state of this blog speaks for itself.
|I'm using this 46-pound machine as a life raft. Wish me luck! (Picture is from the Machines of Loving Grace website.)|
I have the usual excuses: I got busy. I got sick. Blah-blah-blah-life. All three are true, but I let those excuses get in the way of the work. Maybe it was unavoidable, maybe not. It’s as hard to tell from the Look-Back End as it was from the In-The-Midst-of-the-Muddle View.
The last year wasn’t totally wasted. I met a lot of good, young people and gave them a whirlwind tour through creative writing and journalism. (Some of went back in and, I am happy to say, likely will be lost there for all time.) I started teaching part time at the college level, and I cleaned a lot of typewriters and had some success repairing others. My wife says I have thirty of the things now, but my mind refuses to count past twenty. Suffice to say, I have many of them.
Now, using NaNoWriMo and those typewriters as a crutch, I’m dragging myself back into the writing pool to see if I have some kick left. Step Two (see above for the first step), is to take NaNoWriMo seriously and write a book on one of those aforementioned typewriters. More likely, I’ll be using several of them, because my at-home typer, an Olympia SG1, weighs about forty-six pounds and makes a lousy portable. The book, nicely outlined, is sort of a paranormal revenge fantasy. I like the idea, and I hope I can do it justice. I’ll be typecasting random pages here as I go.
After that, I’m hoping I’ll be back in the groove or will have been successful wearing a new one. I’ll keep you posted.