I’ve been struggling with my writing for the past few months. Every time I sit down to write, my brain freezes up. I stare at the white space and that annoying, flickering cursor, just praying that just an ounce of inspiration will appear out of thin air.
It’s not like there’s nothing going on in my head–quite the opposite. There’s too much going on up there. Ever since I finished the last round of edits on Dividing Spirits, I’ve been contemplating the next story. I have at least four in my head screaming for attention, while there’s like 20 others in the background adding to the chaos.
Everytime I think I’ve picked one, I sit down at the computer and pull out the appropriate notes. I’ll situate my diet soda and snacks, do a quick run down of the social networks, and then pull up that blank page. And…nothing. I try to focus on one story, and the others start pounding on the doors in my head.
My friend, Frankie, described the “writing place” in her mind as a conference room with different doors. When she sits down to write on a particular story, she allows the characters from the right door into the conference room to tell their story. I couldn’t really picture that when she first told me–then again, at the time I didn’t have the problem I’m having now. Now, I totally get it. I’m in the conference room with Cynthia, trying to figure out how she’s going to start over all by herself in a new town, and then Cortesia starts pounding on the door screaming about the Nephilim, Ninevah tries to be polite, but insists that the demons are trying to find the Lucifer’s Eye, Ally whines about being chosen as Elohim’s prophetess, and Jules moans about hiding in a run-down motel from the government. Two fantasies, two supernatural thrillers, and one comtemporary suspense. These aren’t even all in the same genre, people!
My mind is a jumbled mess, and I fear that I won’t be able to write anything else with all the chaos. I’ve read up on how author’s choose which novel ideas they run with–I’ve tried various techniques, but nothing seems to work. I know I need to be sensitive to God’s timing, too, and this could just be an “in between” time. Maybe I need to focus on other aspects of writing–learning the craft, expanding my horizsons, work on my blog or articles for magazines.
Maybe I just need a few more minutes staring at the white space.