I’ve finally had an idea, and I’ve written most of it. Well, most of the beginning of the idea. And then, Mr. Block hit me. Again. Such a rude little fella, he is. I’ve gotten 720 words on my rough draft, and I know where I want to go. The hard part, of course, is getting there. Currently, I’ve settled on the title “Wreckage” though it may only be temporary. For now, that’s all the light I’ll shed. I’m also working on another piece that is currently untitled.
While neither are near completion, I imagine it is, more than likely, a damned good thing that I am at least writing again. After all, to have gone from not writing a single word since 2008 to writing short stories again must qualify as at least a small feat.
I used to write all the time. My first publication, “No Such Thing Exists” was one of the better pieces I wrote around that time period. And then there is my novel who, unfortunately, is still missing in action. If only I could at least remember all the details, then I could be troubled to rewrite it. I wish I could be motivated like I was that November.
Oh, and just mentioning that novel again tonight has put some new ideas into my head. There was a mini-series that I wanted to write, based on the Seven Deadly Sins. Ooh, Mr. Block, I think I’m about to punch you in the face right now!
Also, if you’re reading this, I have this blog post I stumbled upon (via stumble upon, ironically) that I think everyone should at least read. I shared it on twitter because it’s proof that there are still truly good people out there. People who don’t put themselves first. This blog post “The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget,” may leave you in tears, but it is the good kind. I bet there’s a place reserved in Heaven for Kent Nerburn.