Monday, July 30, 2018
http://donnalanenelson.com/, a collection of short, publication in various literary magazines and anthologies and a smattering of poetry.
Stories were careening through my head.
When I was working on a novel, David, Leah, Peter, Liz, Diana, Annie, Roger and many others were living with me, telling me what they would and wouldn't do no matter what I typed into the computer. I would ignore them, do it my way, press the delete button and then do it they way they wanted.
For my masters in creative writing from the University of Glamorgan in Wales, I wrote two, not one novel (The Card and Running from the Puppet Master) as well as my thesis on John Irving. This was on top of a full-time job.
Journaling Through Crisis.
Have I run out of words?
Are there only so many words in my head that can come out?
Where are all my characters?
I can still do blogs and FB messages. Emails.
I've started and stopped a new novel and two short stories. I've set myself a goal to have a short story accepted by the New Yorker, but to accomplish that, I have to write one and send it if only to have it rejected.
The rest of my life is good. Maybe I need to be tortured like so many great writers, but if that is the price, I would rather have my happy life...until I sit down to the computer, turn on the computer but instead of prose, I turn to news, games, Facebook, email.
I hope this will pass.
And to all those who I felt weren't trying hard enough to get over writer's block, I am so, so sorry!
Posted by DL NELSON at 5:30 AM