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Sadly, the
old brain is not so much letting me down but it seems more as if the silly old codger
is not sure which direction to take. I have spent the past week
procrastinating. Not something I enjoy. Have I simply run out of ideas for my
next story? Second to historical I have always loved reading and writing
time-travel, and always relished the research entailed in writing both genres. During
this period of indecisiveness, I came upon one unfinished, unedited manuscript
sitting on my computer that has been put aside over the years waiting for
attention. Right, I decided, perhaps turn that contemporary romance into a
time-travel. But no, not sure that would work. As it happens it was one of the
first books I ever penned and subsequently has lain unworked on for a long time.
Should I spend time resurrecting that, or should I start something new? There I
go, procrastinating all over again. It was written so long ago that at one
stage I had to scan the whole typed thing onto my computer. As you see, it was
written in the days when manuscripts were typed up and a paper copy was then
sent off to prospective publishers. Thank goodness for the internet.
I have the
story line all set up, already have names for my main, and secondary
characters, so what is holding me up. Perhaps it is awareness of how everything
has changed since those far off days.
When I began writing in earnest, social media as we know it today—and at
times hate it—was unheard of. There were few outside distractions. Perhaps I am
showing my age, but I long for those far off days when life was so much
simpler. Days when I spent many happy hours at the local library poring over
research tomes for my facts.
In writing my
current problem down I hoped for inspiration but I am no closer to making a
decision. It is lunch time so I will go off and do some more procrastinating
while munching on my sandwich and hope that something clicks in the old grey
matter to send me off in the right (write) direction.
