I had more responses to my mini rant than I get for most of my stories; my thanks to all those who took the time and trouble to contact me.
If a miss typed word was all that a reader found notable in my story then that is my bad. My apologies for being a wuss/wimp/prat. In my defence I was in a bad place when I got the e mail that fuelled my hissy fit.(Actually I live in Cardiff which is not really such a bad place). Foul weather, the country going to the dogs, the world heading to hell in a handcart and wrestling with my wip all contributing to my gloom. In fact it was the last named activity that kicked off my tantrum.
I have been posting stories on Sol for a dozen years or more and for most of those years it has a joy; words flowing from my imagination onto the page/screen as fulsomely and copiously as Brain’s Dark after a home win at the Principality Stadium. However, latterly the flow has become stuttered and interrupted, much like the flow from my bladder. I am of riper years -- mature verging on mouldy --and the winged chariot of time is hurrying nearer. I’m finding it increasingly difficult to translate and transpose what is in my imagination onto a page /screen; hitting adjacent keys to the key I aim at on the keyboard doesn’t help. Writing has become a slog and a chore instead of a walk in the park and a lark.
Subconsciously I must have been looking /waiting for a reason to hang up my quill/pen /keyboard and when I received that e mail I found the perfect reason to stop writing altogether.
My work in progress is The Mother’s Story, the final book in the Linkage series. I have several chapters written but I’m dithering, delaying and debating how to proceed, if indeed whether to proceed. The spirit maybe willingish but the flesh is certainly weak.
Of course the ennui I’m experiencing could be just one of the many manifestations of writers’ block and I might suddenly emerge from the dark tunnel of frustration and inaction to the bright dawn of inspiration and fervid flying fingers hitting all the right keys. On the other hand it might be a symptom of old timers disease.
Watch this space!
Best regards
Jack Green