Inertia, it seems, is what I have been suffering from for the past few weeks. I have 3 - count 'em - 3 manuscripts waiting to be tackled in some form or other - by that I mean added to or just deleted - on my pc at the moment. This happens to me every now and then, and it freakin' pisses me off!
I know I have to write something - that's what I do for heaven's sake. I write. And yet, for some strange reason recently, the words just don't seem to come together. I sit and stare at the screen, my fingers hover over the keys waiting for something, anything, to pop into my addled brain. Nothing. Well, that's not exactly true. Something stirs, and I immediately grab it and throw it out there - and end up hating it. There is nothing worse than boring writing. I know, I've read it, I've written it, and it tears at me when it happens.
I suppose we writers all get these moments when nothing seems to work. You think you have a plot, interesting characters - characters that actually have something to say and do to move the story along - and suddenly, zip! They are not saying or doing anything interesting. These poor people that I have created are suffering from the same malady - inertia. But how can that be? All I have to do is give them fabulous lines to say, derring do to do and voila! - I have a story that will sell some copies, or maybe more than some. But where the hell are these fabulous lines and action sequences? Where in the dank recesses of my inertia-ed mind are they hiding?
Well, I don't have the answer to that I'm afraid, because absolutely nothing is forthcoming, at least not at the present. So, I will soldier on, sit at my computer day in and day out in the hope that words will suddenly appear on the screen that make me sit up and take notice, that will be interesting and will free me from this dire disease... I N E R T I A.
Watch this space.