I sat down to write the next chapter for my WIP, and my mind went blank. I don’t know where to go from here.
Unfortunately, my epiphany has nothing to do with moving forward with my novel. I had a realization about my author’s signature. No, not the signing of my name, but my author’s style, or the signature thing I do with my writing. I didn’t even know I did this until recently.
Of course, I knew that I wrote characters who faced real life situations and how they dealt with them. But, the stories have a signature style all my own.
What do you mean, Lori?
Thanks for asking.
First of all, the plots are told from two characters points of view. The two characters are facing the same situation but make different decisions.
For example, in my completed unpublished novel Road to Whitaker’s Place, the plot is about two unhappily married women. Each makes different decisions to try and help their situations, including whether or not to have an affair. The story takes you on both of their paths and shows how each of their decisions affects their lives.
In my present work in progress, the points of view are from two disciples of a 20th century prophet. Each disciple has a different (or opposing) perspective on the prophet’s teachings. Each goes in a different direction, bringing their lives and the lives of followers on alternate paths.
In looking back at the notes I have on other ideas for stories, I have that same running theme … two opposing paths tackling the same subject. Which character chooses the right path? Which chooses the wrong path? Are the right and wrong paths really that clear?
On having writer’s block … I’ve lost the drive to sit down and write my WIP, and also for anything new other than this blog.
Being a person who introspects … in other words, someone who thinks, rethinks, and then thinks again, I know why I’m blocked. After moving 1,200 miles, I’m trying to adjust to a new way of living. I not only feel stuck in my writing, but in every other direction of life as well. I’m frozen, and I haven’t even experienced my first winter yet! I find myself just going with whatever is happening around me, but have no drive for anything else. Not to mention, I’m exhausted a lot of the time. I’ve gotten frustrated and angry with myself. I must need a longer adjustment period than most. Four months isn’t long enough for me, I guess.
There you go, I’ve tossed those emotions out into cyberspace and through your computer screen. Thank you for catching them.