A journal of my reconnection with my writing roots and my return from a decade-long block. |
Good day, all, and I hope it finds you well! Those of you who know me are aware that I talk about having been blocked for a decade. If you're struggling with a block yourself, maybe something here will speak to you. I occasionally write about my abandonment by my "muse," and how that has left me helpless, adrift on the winds of fate, and unable to write anymore. But that's what we who came of age in the 60s used to call a cop-out. Anyone with two cells to rub together knows that there is no supernatural woman in diaphanous robes, or in my case, a crotchety old git, who whispers wonderful ideas in your ear. You either have them, in which case you write, or you don't. Now, when I say I haven't written in ten years, what that actually means is that I haven't finished anything in those ten years. I've written plenty, there's just no follow-through. One of those projects that started strong then petered out is "Hunter's Creed" ![]() ![]() You see, giving up makes everything simple. It frees you up from the grind and allows you to vegetate as you see fit. But I don't want to be an ex-writer. As enjoyable as it has been to get up in the morning, boot up Fallout 4, Skyrim, or XCom, and turn it off at bedtime, the siren song of the written word is strong. So in the absence of an active "muse," whatever you consider that to be, I shall turn to discipline and experience. I am going to sort out where Hunter's Creed went wrong, ruthlessly savage the errant parts, and turn it into a story that the old me would be proud of. I refuse to watch from the sidelines any longer, and I thank you for this "New Me," Raven. I doubt I'd be doing this without your generosity. The moral of this story is, write something, anything. Then edit it. Polish it. Make it work. And above all, stay inspired! ~ Jack ![]() |