Despite all my efforts, all my pep talks and all attempts, I have been stalled in my writing for some time.
At first it was fear.
I was paralyzed by the scope of the story I'm writing. But I slowly talked myself out of the frenzy. While my story is terrifying, I am the writer. As such, I am the one that gets the story told. So the Beast may snarl at me all it wants. I am its boss. I own it.
It is my pet.
But just as I settled into this new perception of my relationship with my writing, my muse upped and left me high and dry. I think there is a very good reason for this. Namely: Apple season. I get so bogged down in my job that I haven't any consecutive hours available. Those I have are spent on other commitments.
Of course, my muse returned after she realized that her little tantrum was going largely unnoticed.
This means that I feel it stirring. That desire to sit down with my characters and just talk. I want to know more about them. What makes them happy? What makes them angry? What made them what they are today?
I am becoming painfully aware that I let up right after the start of the adventure. The knowledge that my one storyline is largely unexplored is niggling at me.
In short... it is a matter of time before I open my word processor and start writing.
In fact... I can feel the coming of a flood.
Anyone else expecting the dam to burst after a while spent not writing? Do you see this as a good or a bad thing?