Small Beginnings
I've started writing again.
I've started writing a story that has been with me for nearly two years, actually it may be longer.
I'm at just at that stage where I'm almost shying away from it in case it disappears.
If you're in the habit of lighting fires you might know what I mean. Put them in a stove or a grate and you would be amazed how reluctant normally flammable materials can be to catch and burn. Getting them to catch is just the start of your problems, too little kindling and the flames quickly die, too much fuel and the fire is smothered. It's a delicate process.
And so with writing.
I tried telling myself 'writer's block' was just lazyness or self-indulgence, that worked up to a point.
I attended a workshop and lost my nerve completely, big mistake. No place for the weak.
I tried writing my way through it, and yes, that did give me plenty of material and a couple of unrelated short-stories but nothing started to come together until now.
I have a new character, a different point of view and most important I have a flame, a small one.
I can't tell you how good that feels.
I'm just off to tend it.