In the last two weeks I’ve written four short stories and a few thousand words of what was going to be a short but kept getting longer and longer. Why can I do this now and yet a few weeks back I couldn’t think of anything at all to write?
It’s annoying when, one minute I’m scribbling away quite happily, the next my brain has shrivelled to the size of a pea and there’s just nothing in there. If I could write one story a week that would be 52 a year and I’d be happy with that. It would probably give me time to go back to my novel and do some re writing on it. It’s finished as far as the main story goes but needs some more descriptive work adding and corrections making.
So where does my brain go and why? I have no idea, I would blame the fibro but it’s been bad the last few days, especially yesterday and last night when I wrote a three and a half thousand word story in a few hours. Maybe the pain keeps me on my toes and when I’m not doing too badly I relax too much. Or maybe I’m just odd (please leave any comments on this topic on someone else’s blog and I’ll get back to you never… thank you. http://andrewdsweeney.wordpress.com/2013/02/26/money-spending-expert-advice-column/ this one should fit the bill quite nicely 🙂 )