Muse, oh Muse! Wherefor art thou Muse?

For crying out loud! It's been over a month since I wrote anything original. I've managed a 5K fanfic, but even that was like getting blood from a stone.

I just don't know where my inspiration has gone, but it well and truly has.

Still nothing

Writing has pretty much come to a complete standstill. Even fanfic, my usual fall-back-on, isn't happening really. I don't really know why, just that inspiration and desire seem to have [temporarily] dried up.

April sees the start of ScriptFrenzy. I'm going to do a comic script of an old fanfic, and I'm hoping the difference in approach will spark the creative juices (I think I've mashed similies there, lol).

April also sees the start of the SciFiBigBang's writing period. Fanfic again, this time a crack combination of Farscape and Stargate Atlantis. Just because, really. That will be fun *g*

Other than that? Nadda. Zip. Zilch.

I'm looking at restarting my jewellery making, just so I have something to keep my fingers busy.

Word Desert

I greeted March with wild enthusiasm, all set to Write Words and put a serious dent in one of my WIPs.

10 days in and I've written... *drum roll*... 300 words.

I don't know why. I've just... I've wanted to write, but when I've finished what needs doing around the house and with the kids, and sat down with my laptop... nothing has happened. Nothing other than me trailing around on message boards or arsing about on Facebook.

I feel like my drive has gone. This has happened before, but never to this extent. I've never gone for so long without writing anything.

The worst thing is, the longer it goes on, the guiltier I feel. The guiltier I feel, the more stressed I become. And I can't write when I'm stressed. The words get caught up in an emotional bottle-neck. Then the whole damn cycle starts over.

It will pass. I know, because I've been here before. I'll probably be here again. It's just travelling the desert and getting to the other side, hopefully not taking forty years to do so.

Writer in search of a plot!

Two weeks until NaNoWriMo and I still haven't decided what I'm going to write.

It's not like I'm short of things - I have Kelzarion to continue, Out of Time to rewrite and there's always Convergence, which is due for posting on the 1st December and dead in the water - but none of them are speaking to me.

I wrote a random paragraph the other day which might have some milage to it, but I've no idea of the plot. All I know is it's sci fi and I called the character Laura.

There's just nothing going on in my head. It's bizarre.