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What sort of injury trips up a writer?

I think I might (finally) be back on track with the writing thing.

Normally, right about now I’d be trying to decide whether to do NaNoWriMo again this year. I’d be thinking about the status of my current projects, and wondering if I can afford to leave them for a month. I’d be looking over my story ideas to see if any of them felt like a novel yet.

Honestly, at this point I can’t tell if I’m being picky, or just procrastinating.

Last week was both incredibly busy (with stuff not related to this whole thing), and weirdly productive, but not in a way that I really noticed. All week, I was convinced that I wasn’t actually doing anything, but now, when I look back over it… it was one of my best weeks since I started this.

Another long weekend, and another Monday when I almost didn’t get an entry in. (Spent the morning making seven dozen cookies, despite the heat. I’m a little worn out. But still… seven dozen cookies. I’m not going to complain.)

It’s official: when it comes to finding names for characters, I suck.

The problem with vacations, of course, is trying to get back into the routine when they’re over.

Writing has been tricky this week—it’s back to pen and paper, and prose, and trying to get back into the stories I was working on in May.

You know, I think I’d forgotten how exhilarating it could be, finishing a project.

Really, though, whether or not this particular screenplay works out isn’t important. When I signed up for Script Frenzy, it was to give myself a change—I needed a new perspective when it came to writing. And on that front, it’s worked wonders.

When I woke up this morning, the very first complete sentence that made it through my still-mostly-asleep brain was “I don’t want to write today.”

Of course, the first thing that I thought about when the alarm went off was how I hadn’t backed up my Script Frenzy project yet.

I may be losing perspective.

It’s funny—I know that writing a screenplay is going to be difficult. It’s completely removed from the prose I’ve been writing lately, and I’m starting to worry that maybe I should have done a little more prepwork, but… I’m really looking forward to it.

The first piece of long fiction I ever finished was a screenplay. It wasn’t very good—fifteen-year-olds who watch too many foreign films shouldn’t be allowed near keyboards—but, for a long time, it was the only thing I’d written that was more than a couple of pages long.

When writer’s block hit, it hit hard. I couldn’t define myself as a writer if I couldn’t put two sentences together. I didn’t know what I was anymore.