One moment while everyone gets done humming... there, that should do it. I hoped to have good news to share with you today, but sadly all I have is more of the same. Loads of story ideas, but nothing that wants to solidify into words. Everything feels either repetitive and unsatisfying, or too nebulous and high-concept to work.
Everybody goes through droughts, I know, but dang it, I was doing so well! And then... well, and then. And everything's felt dreary and/or confusing ever since. Which I'm sure is not the sort of thing that one ought to be saying on one's blog, but judging by the level of engagement and commenting, no one's reading it anyway.
Now really, Anne, that's unfair. People are still reading. But then why have there been no comments except spam for a week? Because people are afraid they don't have anything to say, or that their comments will look silly on the page. Does that mean I'm allowed to stop writing because I'm afraid of that happening to me? No. Darn it.
Yes, I did just have a conversation with myself on the blog. Welcome to the inside of my head, which is neither a pleasant nor a comfortable place to be most days. The italicized voice I have allowed to speak briefly is one of the nicer ones I host. The nastier ones I try to keep under stricter control, though occasionally they break out.
For anyone who's wondering, yes, I am being figurative here. I do not hear these voices in terms of believing them to be other entities. They are tools of my brain, used in working out problems by setting them up as though they were conversations, since words come naturally to me. I may be crazy, but I'm not crazy like that.
*sigh* Since I seem to be only digging myself in deeper, I think I had better stop. Thanks to everyone who has been involved in the marathon discussions on the DV Facebook group, as that has kept me in semi-decent spirits over the past few days. I make no promises about Saturday, but leave encouragement and I'll see what I can do.