I think I’m beginning to get it. I’ve heard that the less you write, the less you write.
I am/was/did/am going to write a fiction book on another blog. It’s a seat of your pants production and I lost my belt in the first third or so. I was spewing whatever came into my head with each chapter, with a little bit of thought ahead of time then my book began to look like the web of a drunken spider.
I had all kinds of insects suspended in various states of struggle to decomposition and suddenly I couldn’t tie them up neatly any more. I couldn’t see far enough ahead in my engineering to correct the course.
So my book currently looks like some giant just walked through my masterpiece. I suppose I am now dangling off of someone’s head as they walk along a trail in the woods. I’m scrambling to not only jump off to get back to my stash, but with every step further away I ride, the way grows longer.
I like my metaphors.
My point is, I got writer’s block and I haven’t written in this blog for a while and the longer you go without writing, the less you are inclined to do so.
I made it back to the mess that is my book and I forced myself to write a crappy chapter but crappy is better than zero. My husband is happy to see me writing again. That must mean something. 🙂