Last summer I was writing a new story. There were elements that I really liked but I hadn’t totally worked out the whole concept of the book. It was about a third done in its draft form when my mom died. Through the ensuing weeks the writing was set aside. From May through August I only wrote about three or four chapters, the last being right after her memorial.
Life intervened again in assorted ways and I have just not gotten back to it. The story has brooded in the back of my mind for about nine months now. Over that time I have decided that there were parts of the plot that I just wasn’t happy with. I have backed away from it as I pondered what was there, from several angles. Mentally trying this idea or that to see if it fit.
I didn’t resist or fret over this long pause even though it was totally different from how my series of stories flowed out of my fingertips. For those books I was writing a chapter a day. Now my story is coming back together again. I will be starting the re-write soon.
I am sharing all of this because I yielded to the absence of my creative muse. I just let the pressure melt away. Hopefully what will come from my hiatus will be better for that vacation. Gee I wish I could be so patient with other aspects of my life. I would benefit from continuing that exercise. (: