Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck. I can’t move forward, I can’t move back. I stare at the blank page in front of me and nothing. The words just get stuck in my head and refuse to pour down the paper from my fingertips. When that happens I usually google the internet for inspiration. I collect quotes upon quotes that can relate to my characters or the story itself. But after all the research, I feel even more lost.
I was talking to a friend about that and we decided to meet every Thursday, being that the only day we both could afford to do it, to discuss and share ideas. It certainly helps to have someone I trust listen to my ideas. Not only I get instant feedback, but it forces me to put my story into words. I feel my stories. I know them, I have them inside of me, but until they can be put into words that can reach someone else, it is as if they are just asleep. They need to be awaken to become alive.
Today my mind is full of ideas. They are buzzing inside my head. I hear them, but not clearly enough to allow my fingers to translate them into words. They fly all around, bumping into one another, trying to feed me the information, trying to make me understand, but I can’t.
If only today were Thursday…