Okay. Haven't blogged in forever. Haven't written in forever! My inspiration is at a standstill. What to do? What to do?
First, I've decided I'll write something, anything. I'm hoping this spurs me on. My last publication was in 2008! Ten years is a long time to trunk your work. I should be flogged, I suppose. A good caning of my spirit might work, might force name to the keyboard. Whether anyone reads my work now or not, doesn't mean that it won't be read, that somewhere my poetry or pride won't appear in some stuff anthology.
The squirrels have planted a dozen walnut trees just across my backyard fence, and as I stare at their leaves dancing in the breeze, I wonder what happened to me. Why have I put my words into some self-confinement? Am I lazy or just uninspired?
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- WKEverhart
- I think of myself as a writer. Am I a writer? Only in that I write and occasionally, I'm published. I work in a national writers' group that call themselves the BIG DAWGS, and trust me, all the dawgs help each other. They're tough betas and tough taskmasters. I'm not the chronologically youngest in the group, but I'm the newest writer, a "newbie" as they call it. I've completed one novel with marginal success only in that I've had some agent requests for full manuscripts. I'm working on the second, almost there, but it still has to face the pack. I advise all other "newbies" to find a pack of their own, to seek out more experienced and preferably published writers and let them have at it. Maybe someday soon, I'll make the big announcement. "I've signed with an agent who's instituted a bidding war on my book." How cool would that be?