As established, I haven't been writing for some time. I'll be talking about another big reason for that next week, but for now the why isn't as important as the fact that writing's pretty much been dead to me. Right before Arisia, though, I managed to push through and finish a story I'd barely begun; last week, I wrote a flash piece that people seem to like okay. And as I said, I sold another thing that I finished early this year.
But those were little things. And it's easy to focus on little things, micromovements. I'd begun in November to feel stirrings in the macro part of my writerbrain again - discovering the key to Places You Haunt - but I didn't actually write anything in it, just nodded to myself that I knew how it went now.
But not feeling the actual writing doesn't mean that the ideas stop. And there's one in particular that I'd been tossing around, mostly in October but then stuff got busy, and it's been poking its head out here and there...
And this Saturday I was full-on agitated about the fact that I wasn't writing it, because it was just exploding in my brain, and I had to run upstairs and write some of it. A scene that's not the first scene in the novel, but it's the key scene, even though it'll only ever appear in fragments. It's the pivot point of everything, and I nailed it down.
And today I followed that up with almost 3500 new words.
It starts at a funeral. Got that down, and one of the other strong images I've known since the very first spark of the idea. Went and knitted my swatch for my Nerd Wars dissertation and then came back up and wrote again, and...
It's been years since this happened.
It feels really good.
I didn't know if I'd ever get this back.