At work a couple of weeks ago I had a conversation with a coworker. She is a published writer and she told me about some of her stories. I then let her in on my secret, that I am a writer as well. I have several stories I’ve started but none finished. I gave her some background into a couple of the stories I’ve started. She was very interested and wanted to how the stories end. So there is my motivation to get back to my writing. I haven’t been diligent as I’ve been in the past. I don’t know if my focus is off or if I’m just mentally tired. I work two jobs and it doesn’t give me a lot of creative time. Yet, it does. I’m at my second job right now 5:07 am and I am writing in this blog. Why am I not working on my stories?? That’s it isn’t… the motivation, the drive I’ve been looking for. I’ve finally added to the last scene of the first novel, at least I have in my head.
My next feat will be to add to the actual story. Time and chance, chance and time. I’ve got to get moving. My thought process is slowly coming back to life. I thought it was deadened because of my constant working. But I don’t think it’s dead, may have needed to hear someone else’s creative joy in order to awake. I certainly appreciate that conversation not only because it awaken ideas, but also reminded me of why I write. Not to just expend energy, or to practice my typing, but to set free the stories that live in my head! They deserve to be heard!