Living the Fictional Dream

My poor muse must be tired of me. She has packed her bags and flown the coup. I imagine her reclining in a beach chair in Hawaii or Aruba, sipping mai tais and being glad not to be tied to me any more.

Was it NaNo that sent her running?

All I know is that my inspiration and writing ideas have totally deserted me. I did manage to turn something into my writing group to be critted at our meeting this week, but it was a story I’d written the bulk of before the holidays.

Sometimes it seems like there are so many stories out there that I could never write them all in a million bazillion years, but lately it seems like my creative landscape is a dull, featureless void.

Maybe I should take advantage of the writing prompts that Alex supplied for our writing group prompts contest this month. Or maybe I should start trying to write the prompt a day that Stephanie has been sharing with the world (get aload of the Twinkie one if you’re looking for something really off the wall to write about!).

I keep telling myself that I should do that, but when I look at the prompts, nothing creative comes to mind.

**sighs**

Hopefully my muse will return soon, tanned and rejuvenated from her illicit vacation. Speaking of vacations, in a couple of weeks, Stephen and I will be heading to Sedona on a vacation of our own. Perhaps my muse will find me again there!

I’ve had writer’s block before, but this really isn’t writer’s block per se… it’s more like creativity block.

Here’s hoping that whatever it is, it goes away soon!