There is a reason I'm a writer. I can't not write. And if I don't have any story ideas (ok, I have ideas, but none that are so compelling that I must write them), I go freakin' crazy.
I'm going freakin' crazy right now. I'm not plotting or filling out character sketches or doing research or writing down snippets of dialogue. Nothing.
I can barely stand it. This has never happened to me before and it's downright scary.
Problem, as I see it? I am looking for inspiration instead of allowing it to find me.
I have a wedding to go to this weekend which involves a 2 1/2 hour drive. All by myself. Since I've never been to this place before, I'm hoping my brain will be sufficiently stimulated by the newness of my surroundings to get it jumpstarted into gear.
I figure, though, that good ideas are like trying to find the perfect mate - when you're not looking, that's when they run into you. :-)
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