I am staring at the page wondering: where are all of my ideas?
Over the weekend, I spent an embarrassing number of hours dragging a short story out of my “creative well.”
I had to beat it into a recognizable shape, and stretch it to meet guidelines and parameters. It was neither a graceful process, nor a painless one.
The story is not horrible; with a little fine-tuning I might like it.
What’s horrible is the black hole left behind–the fear that it was the very last idea I will hatch.
Fortunately, I can always write about writer’s block.