What if...

Yeah, what if...

Okay. So here I am with three books to write, one book to edit, and two seasons of a TV series (I wrote the first series already) just waiting in my brain, pushing out like the Alien ready to emerge from my belly…

Sorry.

So here I am with material, but I’m not writing it. I had ALL YEAR with lots of time and I didn’t write it. I had last night and I read articles about Ashes to Ashes and Life on Mars on Wikipedia, because I already SAW those shows and I wanted to revisit them in my imagination. I read Wikipedia articles about TV shows I’ve already seen (and guess what? I READ THOSE ARTICLES ALREADY!)

In the past whenever I haven’t written, whenever I’ve wanted to write but just haven’t, I’ve invariably discovered after I finally start again that it was better for me to wait, that something was changing in my brain and the writing would be better for it.

I’m contemplating that possibility now.

I think my brain was good for my previous work. It was the right brain for those books. But maybe these new books need more depth.

And here I am having a new experience with despair and the unknown, and also triumph, albeit the triumph of the trivial. Perhaps it’s fair to say I’m getting a sense of what life is like for different people than I’ve known before. That’s got to be good.

Maybe I need to have these experiences, digest them, and then when I write it will be from a different place.

Somehow I just start writing again.