I still remember the day, years ago now, when I sat with some critique partners and one of them said, “The little voices came to me last night. I was sitting there, eating dinner, when all of a sudden some chick inside my mind started talking about her problems.” I was fascinated and a little freaked out by what she told us. It was like tuning a crackling radio, she explained, trying to listen closely to what this imaginary woman told her about her troubles. “Come in, Houston, come in,” she joked. I wondered if she might be mentally ill.
Until it happened to me, months later. My characters, it seems, don’t like to “talk” to me over dinner; they prefer the shower. And then they talk and talk and talk…
I’ve taken a mini break from my wip. I’m not sure why the enthusiasm drained so suddenly from me for my story, but I have a few suspicions: my vacation, coming down with a pretty rough case of strep throat, having to give up my hopes of reaching the 50K mark for NaNo, Christmas shopping demands, etc… As I’m sure many of you know, it can get a little depressing–not writing–but at the same time I think it’s important sometimes to listen to what your body and mind are telling you: Take a break. Just do it. Listening to this voice, allowing my muse to refill her writerly gas tank, may even prevent a more serious case of writer’s block, who knows. Bottom line is the same, though: I’d willingly–almost gratefully–put myself in the equivalent of a writer’s semi-comatose state.
Or so I thought until the little voices woke this past weekend. [Read more…]