I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk the past few months. I’ve not had writer’s block, per se; the words just haven’t been coming as easily as they have in the past. The last three weeks, however, I’ve made some progress at clawing my way out of the hole. I completed a new story—it’s only a flash piece, but it’s the first entirely new short story I’ve finished in a couple of months—and revised on another story that had been collecting dust on my hard drive. I’ve also got a third story nearing completion (another year-old draft), which would keep me on pace to meet my writing goal of a finished story per month.
I also recently passed the two-thirds mark on the novel I started during last year’s NaNoWriMo, and I hope to have the first draft finished sometime around the beginning May, provided, that is, I can figure out how it should end. I know vaguely how I want things to go; I’m just not sure how to get there. Fortunately, I’m confident a flash of inspiration will come; here’s hoping that lightning strike happens soon.
It’s times like these when I know I just need to write my way out of the dry spot. This is especially true if I want to turn fiction writing into a viable second (or maybe first) career. Inspiration is a wonderful thing, but it’s not there all the time, and a successful writer doesn’t have the luxury of writing only when the muse favors him or her. Sometimes it’s simply a matter of butt in chair and fingers on keys.