OK y'all, the muse has left. I knew intellectually that this would happen at some point and that I would still need to continue writing
Erthe, but I didn't want to believe it. Normally when I write fiction I am excited; I feel the
zing! I've lost it, people. I've lost my zing! Or maybe I just think I have. I don't know any more. Perhaps I have over-analyzed; instead of the story popping clear and beautiful into my mind, now I see too many options. Yikes, it's scary!
My everyday life goes well, despite my last post. Putting in a day's work and exercise and family time helped much with that. Also, I was able to talk to two of my good friends on the phone last evening, which was enjoyable.
You know what, though? I think right now I am procrastinating by typing a blog post when I should be approaching my
real writing. I'm scared to look at it. But I think I had better. :P