Writing Slump

 

I must confess I have not felt like writing anything lately. It seemed like I'd have more time when the pandemic hit, but I only did one writing then. I guess I was too depressed to do anything creative, even though I did do one. Still not feeling inspired. Every other Wednesday I do the writing class at work (including today), so I guess that's some done. And I keep trying to remember dreams for possible stories, but it just gets harder to try to remember them. Have any of you ever used a dream for stories? Something for another post, perhaps.

And it has been five years since I chose to begin my memoir. At first, I felt like it was too similar to what had already been written, namely the book that made me want to do it to begin with. It took others to convince me I had something of my own to tell, including this:

Write your experiences in your voice, from your point of view. It in observing and describing the little details of your day to day life that the picture emerges. The environment, your feelings, other people's comments or reactions. Think of what you write as looking at a series of photographs, that seen altogether tell a story. Your unique voice has value, no matter how the basic story has been told before. ... 

Well, as you who have regularly read my blog know, I did do it. Still can't believe it's been that long. 

Hoping to think of something..