I seem to have a disconnect lately, one that is driving me absolutely insane. I have a thousand ideas swimming around my head, all of them vetted and passed by critique partners. I have narrowed it down to four possibilities and have begun to mentally hammer out the plots for each of them. Problem is, I can't get the words from my head onto the damn paper. I have been working on the same two chapters for the same two books for the better part of the weekend. And you know what -- it still all sucks.
So I am off to play in the dirt. I will weed the garden, harvest the strawberries and plant the cucumbers. Perhaps the change in scenery and a bit of fresh air will unlock the words.
Ohh . . . and here's to hoping I don't get eaten by the big black bear that is lurking in the woods behind my house. I know, funny because we live on Cape Cod, and there hasn't been a bear sighting here in centuries. Literally centuries. Guess the little bugger hoofed it down from Western Mass and swam across the canal only to take up residence in the woods behind MY house. Fantastic! Flipping Fantastic!