pinterest: i am too long away from water
My schedule for today includes a stop at Larkin's inglenook, Libri — Lost in Words, for a guest post. (For those of you who guessed "c" in the giveaway post, you were correct!). Larkin is heading off on a wonderful road trip today, and she asked me to write up a guest post for her while she was gone. We've been discussing writer's block, that horrid disease that strikes every writer at some point in his or her career. Surprisingly enough, forcing the words when they don't come naturally is not the answer. What is the answer, then? Read the post and find out. ;)
For a while, it's breathtaking. You're tempest tossed on the seas of Inspiration, barely maintaining your grip on the little that is left of your ship called Reason. Your clothes may be tattered, and your stomach reminds you (in no uncertain terms) that you haven't eaten for days, but such trivial matters barely faze you. Bits of plot are always meeting together in your head like the foaming waves around you, and you can't help but get caught up in the excitement of it all.
But suddenly, the waves begin to slow from crashing barriers to gentle ripples. No longer does lightning flash through the sky, illuminating your world with its spirit and fire; no more does thunder groan like an old man rising from a deep sleep. You raise your wet head and swipe the saltwater from your eyes, trying to see where you've landed. And then you see it. A sandbar. You're trapped. And all you can do is helplessly watch as the caressing waves wash away from you, only pausing to gently kiss the edge of the bar every once in a while.
Click here to read the full post at Libri.