I haven’t really been writing.
Wow — just saying this — writing this now feels huge, ominous, like saying, I am an alcoholic.
But it is the truth. (Not the alcoholic part, thank goodness, the not-writing part, I mean).
Well, I should amend this by saying I’ve been writing every day for my job. You know, news stories about people getting hurt, new businesses coming to town, residents complaining about taxes, talented young people doing outstanding things …
Now, you’re probably thinking, it’s the job that’s been keeping me from my writing, but you are wrong, well kind of. Because the truth is, I have been working for three weeks, but haven’t been writing, really writing, for about a month and a half now.
Now you’re probably going to worry about me.
Don’t — because I will tell you what I have been doing.
I have been studying.
I put aside my yet another imperfect WIP, and picked up books instead. A whole bunch of books.
Some books I picked up are those dealing with story structure, which I feel is my weakness. My strength, I think is writing scenes, language, description. But the more I have been writing, the more I realized that plotting is where my manuscripts grow weak. And characters and plot are often interconnected.
So that’s why I went back to the books. 
I am also studying works of fiction. Not reading them for pleasure as I have always done. But taking them apart, scene by scene, beat by beat. Examining them… what is this chapter’s purpose?
Sometimes I get frustrated with myself — what am I doing? Sometimes my fingers itch, that’s how badly I want to write again… chase words into sentences, live in worlds of my invention.
But ultimately, I feel this is the right thing for me to do right now.
I am not writing. Not revising. I am studying.
One day soon I am going to get this right, people. And then, my plot will take off, and I will fly, along with my characters.
You’ll see 🙂
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