I'm totally blogging about this...

[obake]

I've been writing this story for a while, a modern fairy tale... It went a bit stagnant about a year ago, maybe more. It wasn't the story. I just got burned out a lot. I felt like all my energy that could have been outwardly creative was being put into reworking myself--how I viewed things, how I treated things, mostly how I treated myself. I have a lot of ghosts to deal with and I've come to a lot of agreements with them. For a long time they paralyzed me because they told me I was worth nothing and could do nothing. Then, I became paralyzed because I realized I could do anything and be anything. It's like learning to breathe all over again.

Anyway, the story... the story felt thin to me. I knew there was something there, something that was complex and real, but it was like I was looking at it through several layers of velum and I couldn't quite make out its depth. Suddenly, I think I understand something about the world I was trying to write about. Something that makes the world three dimensional and tangible. I don't have to wrack my brain for descriptions of scents, sights, and sounds, because suddenly, they're all right there, as if I was watching a movie (which I just did, but Iron Man has nothing to do with my story, even remotely).

I feel like the world is suddenly right there again for me.

I am so very glad that I'm taking a chunk of time off after the Auction is over.