After about a month hiatus I was able to sit down and write last night. It felt so good to feel those creative juices flowing. This past month for some reason when ever I sat down to write I felt like an empty vessel; a great creaking, echoing, warehouse-sized empty space. There wasn't a word or idea floating around in my mind just little dust bunnies that chased across a concrete floor with the slightest gust of wind, little whirling dust devils kicking up dust and debry.
Last night I wrote an assignment my mother gave me. She asked each of her girl's to begin a personal history activity where we start with the letter A and pick a word that starts with that letter and then write the memories we associate with that word. I did mine on 'Art'. I ended up writing 1256 words on it and then I was so juiced I went back to the Contemporary Romance and wrote 710 words. Very happy about that.
My membership to Writing.com came up for renewal this week and I have debated whether I would renew or not. I enjoy writing for contests because it takes me outside my box, I enjoy getting feedback about my writing, I enjoy reading other wonderful authors but there is alot of less than desireable writing that you have to wade through to get to the good stuff. One of the things I enjoy is the international flavor of Writing.com. I've read things from authors in Australia, Wales, Alaska, England, France and Thialand. But it costs money to be a member and I can't decide if the benefits are worth the cost. I did renew for the next 3 months by cashing in most of my 'Gift Points'. I'll see how I feel about it in three months.
