I felt of late that I had been dropped into a stagnating pool of creative mediocrity. My mojo had taken the last train to Funville and didn't bring me along for the ride. My muse...well maybe I shouldn't have been so hasty to kill that little bugger off, but what can you do?
Anyhoo, as I was sitting on my butt Saturday morning, staring at the ceiling whilst mainlining a double dose of java, I suddenly had an epiphany. How could I be treading the murky depths of creative mediocrity? Wouldn't that require actually writing something mediocre? Or writing anything at all for that matter? And then it hit me. Of course I feel blah! I haven't written anything new in...in...I scrunch up my nose and try to do the math...How long has it been??
I took time off to do agent queries. I took time off to plot. Then re-plot. Then re-plot again. I edited The Outlaw Bride to get it ready to send out for partials. I edited Chpt 5 of Finding Home to send to my critique partners. But I haven't written anything. No wonder my brain feels about ready to rot and leak out my ears (ugh...that's a rather disgusting mental). I need to write! I need the freedom of sitting down in front of my computer and creating something other than an outline or an agent wish list. I need to move my characters about on the page, reactivate their chemistry, get things moving!
I forgot to do the fun part!
So Monday morning: Goal - write. A page, a paragraph, I don't care. Just write something original, never before seen, brand spanking new.
Sigh...I feel better already.