Writing Slump

 I have two novels started, Write Me a Life, and Lost Fledgling. The first is about an author slowly going insane while trying to write her novel. The second is part of the Dark Angel world, set eighteen-ish years after Fall of the Darkness and is about Aingeal's daughter. Both stories are in here, but I am having the hardest time getting them out of my head and onto the computer. The weather outside is dreary, cold, and miserable most days, which does not prompt me to want to write. 

I have been knitting, and crocheting, and working on my Druid studies. My son and I have been doing baking experiments. I have been reading, and finished several books since the beginning of the year, yet I cannot seem to write.

It is not for lack of trying either. There are days when I will sit here and stare at a blank screen for an hour. The flashing cursor mocking me. (Hey, wait, I think I wrote about this in the first novel.) The words are there, but when I try to type them, I cannot remember what I wanted to say. It is kind of like when you know the name of an actor, but for the life of you cannot remember it. Yeah, that. 

I am turning forty-nine in a few days, maybe that is what it is. Or it could simply be the winter blahs. I am not exactly certain. I have so much I need to get done, but blah. I hope someone out there gets this, and that I am not alone in this slump. Anyway, I will keep trying to plug away to those of you that are interested in my work. 

Thanks for listening.

Pixie