I'm really struggling at the moment to write anything for 'Cuckoos'. The early part of the summer went fairly well in that regard, as I managed to come up with some stories that even my perfectionist self was reasonably pleased with, but the last couple of months have been a complete desert by comparison. Last month, when I spent the first half of the month feeling ill and the second half occupied with the move to my new job, might be excusable to a point, but the continuation of the drought into and throughout this month is much harder to explain away. I've got a few ideas which I think might work well, but I just don't, at present, seem to have the wherewithal to bring them to fruition. Today, for example, I've come up with what I think is a pretty good plot for a new story, but when I came to try and start to convert it into words on the screen this afternoon, I ended up writing nothing beyond a title - I just couldn't find a way to even write the first sentence. It's certainly not from a lack of motivation, I want to be able to write fiction, even if it's not to any wonderful standard, so I'm really not quite sure why I should be having such difficulty with it at the moment.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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