Greetings, gentle readers! I hope your Fourth of July was filled with happy traditions that bespoke of our nation’s origins. I myself watched the musical 1776 and ate a sno cone.
You may have heard me talk about the Consortium before. I won’t go into grand detail, but shortly put it is a conglomeration of artists who are working toward the common goal of being able to work solely on their art. They are also the ones publishing my novel in March 2012. Monday nights are Consortium nights. That means that anyone who is free can head on over to the house of Aaron Pogue (our fearless leader) and work on Consortium projects. This Monday I went over to talk about my novel with Aaron; he had just finished reading the first ten chapters (which is how much I have written) and wanted to give me his preliminary feedback. Now, do not think that I am blaming Aaron for any of this, nor that I hold any grudge against Aaron. I know that my novel isn’t perfect, but sometimes it’s hard to hear from others, especially if it’s about areas I hadn’t considered imperfect before. Aaron told me what he thought was wrong with Into the Flames and gave me suggestion on how to fix it. They were all very helpful criticisms and ideas, and I am very grateful for his honest opinion. However, ever since then I can’t seem to be able to force myself to write on said Into the Flames.
I blame Aaron.
Oh, wait, I said I wasn’t going to blame him, didn’t I? 😉
Anyway, this lack of writing on my novel has put me in a terrible funk, and it may or may not be the reason why I haven’t written a blog post in over a week, either. But something else happened on Monday night that I should have paid more attention to. Courtney Cantrell did, and she wrote about it in her guest blog post on Unstressed Syllables this week. This “else” was Becca Campbell forcing herself to get back into her creativity. She hadn’t written in over a month, and it was driving her crazy. So even though she didn’t have a novel to work on at that point, she exercised her creativity in a different way. She brought yarn and glue to Consortium night and started working on a yarn picture.
It’s a simple lesson, really. If you are having a hard time getting into your creativity in one venue, try it in another. Well, unfortunately, the only craftsy thing I am good at for the moment is writing. Knitting frustrates me and I haven’t played my saxophone in over two years, so that would just be embarrassing. So I picked up a different story instead. I felt guilty, writing on something else when really I should be racing toward the finish line on Into the Flames. But hey, I wasn’t working on that, anyway. Writing on something is better than not writing at all. It keeps the juices flowing. It allows my mind to relax so that I’m not just thinking about how terrible a person I am for not writing. It gives me an outlet for all those crazy thoughts that have been whirling around in my head, begging to be released.
Well, I don’t feel quite like writing on Into the Flames just yet. I managed to eke out two sentences this afternoon and add a couple of paragraphs to a previous scene, but nothing more. But on the bright side, I have almost finished a short story and have big plans for another. And who knows, maybe someday you will get to read them. And now I’ve also written a blog post! So there!