It took me three days…
Three days of sitting in a diner, drinking coffee until it came pouring out of my gills.
Three days of sitting in a diner, drinking coffee and stressing out so bad I thought I’d die.
But it finally came to me. In fact, a whole lot came to me. Not just one story, or two stories, but a thousand ideas for stories came rushing in, all at once, and filling my head with images! I could hardly contain myself or the excitement I felt.
So, I’ve been hard at work, busy typing away…
I’m not going to make this blog very long. I’ve got too much to finish. I just wanted to take a second and let all of you know, next week will finally feature a short story by me, Ray Jackson! I’m super excited, you guys! I’ve been meaning to share with you something cool and scary and unique since being offered a spot as a writer here on, By Candlelight Media. This whole writer’s block thing has been really eating at me.
It is weird, I will say this, that one moment I can be stuck, wallowing in my own self-loathing (which is weird for me since I’m usually pretty happy go lucky anyway) wishing to God I had an idea for a story. Then the next moment…like, literally the very next moment…it hits me and I can’t help myself. I NEED to write!
What motivates us like this? What muses exist that we may draw from them like that and where are they? I don’t remember anything in particular, save for the copious amounts of coffee coursing through my veins, that could have even amounted to anything close to a muse or other form of inspiration.
I find it strange.