Inspiration to Write

The Intrepid Writer: Jax, I need your opinion on this scene.

Jax: Y-a-w-n.

TIW: Jax, I feel stuck. The story is going nowhere. I know where I want to be in three or four chapters. Bridie needs to be assigned to the Exercise Prep Detail, but...Jax? Are you even listening to me?

Jax tilts head in imitation of rapt attention, gives a slow, languorous blink.

TIW: Jax? This part where the Range Officer discovers the body and calls the cease fire, remember that part I read to you this morning? Well I was thinking that maybe Bridie could ...Jax?

Jax, left leg extended with his toes pointing to the North Star, begins grooming his nether regions.

TIW: It sucks, doesn't it? Pumpkin didn't like it any better when I tried it on him yesterday. DELETE. DELETE. DELETE...

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Candle burning, wine glass at my elbow, AC/DC on the stereo with some vintage Foreigner waiting in the wings...and I got nothing. Okay, not nothing. I've captured about 1000 words today, some good, some...bleah... I need another 200-ish to finish this scene.

Eyes closed, deep breath in - pause, release...

Ohm....

Ohm...

Oh Seshat, wherefore art Thou, in my darkest hour?

Thoth...why have you forsaken me?

Open my eyes and take another sip.

The cursor still blinks its accusation: no-thing, no-thing, no-thing...

...Cuz I'm BACK in BLACK, yeah - huh - yeah - hu - uh!

Must . . .

keep . . .

slogging . . .

away . . .

... Fill my eyes
with that Double Vision...

la, la, la,

....Tonight's the night I'm gonna push it to the limit...

What's this?

Now you're messin' with a
Son of a Bitch...

Nazareth? On the oldies channel? I'm getting old just sitting here staring at a blinking cursor. Maybe some more Hair of the Dog?


and the slogging continues....

Feelin' Groovy? NOT!

Today's mood: Oogy (a restless feeling, unsettled)

Home. Sunshine. A cup of coffee. Piles of pens. My notebook. I'm surfing the net. Chattin' with e-friends on the Max Martini Boards. Maybe I'll blog on NOT writing. Write about writing...that's almost like writing, isn't it? It's closer to writing than just READING about writing. I'm a creature craving my routine. I write when I'm in my groove. Where's my groove today? I guess I'm not feeling groovy, or would that be grooved?

My cure?

Back to finish my morning pages (Thank you, Julia Cameron).
Timed write on blogging perhaps (Thank you, Natalie Goldberg).
Then flip the page and rewrite the last few lines of the scene I'm working on...

Viola! or Eureaka! My groove. I'm groovy.

Well today, I'm just hoping for Not Ungroovy.

I've allocated an hour of uninterrupted time to finish a draft of my scene in the second chapter where Bridie gets out of the market. I've got to drive across town to meet my writing buddies in two and a half hours to spend the afternoon working on THEIR stuff, so I wanted to get MY stuff done first.

But I'm oogy.

I signed up to read at Monday's meeting, so I need something to read.

Get ready.
Get set.
WRITE!