It has been a while since I posted last time. I do have some things to say bug first things first.
To my wife of so many years, who I lost just over thirteen months ago, Happy Birthday Stephie. She would have been 69 this year, or 17.25, since she was a Leap Year baby, and had a “real” birthday only once every four years. You are still loved, and we will be together again. You will forgive me if I stay here and chat while you go drool over the hunky angel boys.
Who doesn’t have a folder full of plot bunnies? Those bits and pieces of stories that jump up and down making all sorts of noise in the back of your head trying to grab your attention.
Same here, I have folders and subfolders of them. Space opera, science fiction, adventure, and plane crash survivor story that had a wolf shifter with a beard redder than Brian Keith’s.
Now tell me, why do I feel like a D&D dungeon master without a map? Hum? I have the whole party lined up, the world built, ready to step out into the world and… nothing. Absolutely freaking nothing. They open the door and white space, not even crickets chirping.
Has this ever happened to you? I’m sure it has. It’s like walking into the next room to get something, and as soon as you walk through the door, it’s like you’ve been mind wiped, can’t think of it to save your soul.
Let me know how you fixed this little bit of writer’s block. I would love to hear how you accomplished it.
Have a good night all.