Never Stop Learning

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Another writerly bucket list item is being crossed off! Right now, I’m taking an online writing course with Gotham Writer’s Workshop. They have many courses to choose from, and I chose Character Development. I think that characters are the most important part of a story. Yes, plot is also essential, but if readers don’t care about your characters, they won’t care about the plot, no matter how great it is.

I’m in the second week of the three-week course, and I have learned some great tips. I look forward to using them in future works! I’m also enjoying the homework assignments, though they are challenging.

This month I’ve been trying to get back my writing mojo, and this course is a part of that effort. I figured that learning something new would excite me and get the creative juices flowing! So far, so good!

The Box

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My mother’s house was completely empty, ready for another family to move in and start a new life.

As the only child, I had to make sure nothing was left behind. Opening every door and cabinet was tedious, and my thoughts were elsewhere. 

My mother had just died after all.

I saved her bedroom for last. It still seemed like I was invading her personal space and I did enough of that as a kid. I flipped on the closet light, peeked in, and started to leave when something on the top shelf caught my eye. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed it before.

I stood on my tiptoes, reached, and pulled back a nondescript box. Whatever was inside rattled. I sat down and lifted the lid without hesitation. Inside were a bunch of old photographs of my mother and a newborn baby. 

The baby in the photos wasn’t me.


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It’s petty of me, I know. The dishes I left in the sink? They’re the ones he used. He can wash them himself. 

I gingerly took out the dishes that I used and the ones that our daughter used. I washed them, dried them, and put them away. He won’t realize what I did. He’ll just think I left ALL the dishes in the sink. 

We had an argument, during which he talked to me like I was an idiot, which he knows I hate more than anything.

I’m a strong, independent woman. But I can be petty as hell.

Seriously, what’s wrong with me?

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That’s a loaded question, but I’m specifically speaking about my writerly life! I have many reasons for asking that question:

1. I still haven’t finished the first draft of my WIP, which should’ve been finished in August.

2. I haven’t made a blog post in a month.

3. I haven’t been attending the meetings of my local writer’s group.

4. I feel utterly uninspired!

In short, I have lost my writing mojo, and worse, I haven’t figured out how to get it back. So now, I’m left trying to think of ways to better the situation. I’ve thought of a few:

1. Maybe just back away from that WIP? Maybe right now my writing time would be better spent writing flash fiction and short stories, or cultivating new story ideas.

2. Put myself on a twice weekly posting schedule. I’m thinking Wednesdays and Saturdays. I can post about not only trying to recapture my writing mojo, but also post some quotes for motivation (not only for myself but others too), and share some flash fiction that I write.

3. Get my butt to this month’s meeting, no matter what! I could also look for another local writing group. There’s no rule that says you can’t belong to multiple groups!

4. Read the success stories of other writers, and offer my congratulations! Seeing others succeed is in itself inspiring, as other writers are not my competition, they are in fact, aspirations. Also, I need to congratulate myself on every victory, even the tiny ones. I have not been doing that lately!

All writers struggle at some point. There’s no way to avoid it or to get around it. My time to struggle is now, but the key is to not give up. I will soldier on until I finally breakthrough!

And I know I will.