I had an idea today. One that has been used before, that I probably won’t write as a story or even attempt to draft. But, I had one.
It’s been a while and when I got over the initial shock of realising that my brain was turning over a plot, considering characters and thinking about a sting in the tail type twist, well, I was pleased. The thought of sitting down at my desk and writing doesn’t make me cringe as it has for a few months. I haven’t been able to visualise the image of me writing, not with any passion or verve. Now it’s beginning to emerge again. I smile when I imagine a story starting to form as I type the words. I sigh contentedly with the thought I could make characters manifest on a page, with pasts and passions as complex as real people.
So it may not be me actually writing as yet, but it feels closer than I’ve been in a while. It’s comforting to know I might be back on track, and reassuring that this may all just be part of a process.