I know that is a lame beginning for my first post in six months. I’ve been sick?
No, really, I have. It’s something that many people live with called depression. Or as I prefer to call it “AARGH!” Mine is nicely controlled by medication, but every few years the medication stops working right and has to be changed. That sounds simple enough, the thing is this time it wasn’t simple at all and it took forever. However, I’m getting better now, really I am. I haven’t wanted to whack every idiot I meet over the head with a heavy object in at least a week! True, some of them would have deserved it.
I’m better, honest!
I’ve finally started writing again. And it only took me two weeks to write about a thousand words, and another week to get another 5,000. Pitiful numbers, on a good, make that spectacular day I can do almost that much. I know this because I have. It shocked the heck out of me, but I did it. (You will notice that I haven’t remarked on the quality of those words.)
It might go more smoothly if I stopped listening to the characters in the story. I was working my way to a perfectly fine ending when they started telling me I had it all wrong and changing the whole thing.
Someone once asked Michelangelo how he did what he did. He told them that all he did was release the figure that was already in the stone. Maybe writing is like that for me. I find the people that already have the story and I just write down what they tell me. On the other hand, maybe I’m crazier than I thought. If I were, how would I know? I mean everything would make sense to me because I was crazy. Right?