I haven’t written a word, other than grocery lists and questions for doctors, for seven months. That’s a lot of days gone by without producing a salient thought or interesting detail. That’s a lot of hours between where I left off and “Now what was I trying to say?” Bottom line: I don’t know how to start again.
Do I slog along until it just feels right again? Or do I just start over with something completely different? Or do I just sit here writing drivel on the page until my fingers start to remember where the proper keys are? Is there a blueprint for “I haven’t written a creative word since my husband slipped into a coma”?
I have pages and pages of “stuff”, but my dimmest memory was that most of it wasn’t going to work in the long run so there’s no real point of going through it all. That feels really depressing.
OK, depression is not an option. Depression is not going to get me writing more quickly. Depression is only going to send me diving into the Blue Bunny again. So, depression is out. Definitely, out. O-U-T -- out! Definitely!
Now where was I again?
