I have always maintained that I do not experience writer’s block. I mean, the words always flow. Sure, it may be garbage and word-sludge, but I can always get something down. Yet, the past three days have been a struggle.
You see, I have been working on a sci-fi comedy novel called Stardusters and Space Lizards. On Monday one of the main characters, a green-skinned alien girl named Brekka was swallowed by a man-eating plant. In another scene the explorers Farbick and Starbright, both green-skinned Tellerons like Brekka, were surrounded by hungry lizard children from the planet Galtorr Prime. And those lizard children were armed with weapons of war. Mortal danger all around for characters I have grown fond of… and this story is supposed to be humor… not grisly-death-sort-of horror sci-fi. So, my simple and somewhat stupid brain had to come up with two different salvation solutions at once. I think I may have broken something in the area of the creative mental spigot.
It is essential for me to accomplish writing in a timely fashion. I waited through the duration of my entire teaching career to become a published author. Thirty one years’ worth of stories collected, stories plotted out, and stories percolated in my brain with nothing but a future hope of getting written down to endure upon. I started writing books when I lost my teaching job with the Wicked Witch of Creek Valley. I began trying to get published, and I took up regular composition on a daily basis for the last seven years of my teaching career as an ESL teacher in a large Garland High School. But my teaching time was limited by my six incurable diseases. (Don’t ask me what they are, since my writing time is precious and I have already wasted too much thinking time on disease and disaster elsewhere in this goofy blog… You can look it up.) Spring of 2014 saw me retiring as a public school teacher. I have a pension… enough to keep myself and my children alive, but the couple dozen novel-length stories in my head still have to be told, if not for money, then to keep my goofy old head from swelling up with them and exploding. So I seriously got down to the business of writing. Catch a Falling Star, a novel about the alien Tellerons invading my home town in Iowa was published in 2012. I entered a writing contest that same year with the manuscript of Snow Babies, which made it to the final round before finishing out of the prizes. I found a publisher willing to publish it without making me pay for the publication and signed a contract for the novel. I entered Magical Miss Morgan in the same Young Adult novel contest this month. I also have Superchicken and The Bicycle-Wheel Genius finished as manuscripts and I am looking to get them published as well. I am making progress. But here’s the big butt… er, I mean the big but… I don’t know how much longer God will give me to work on these silly symphonies of wonderful words in wacky packages. I need to finish and market as much as I can in as short a time as I can.
But I am not out of ideas. Brekka was spit out because her species of alien left a bad taste in the mouth of the man-eating plant. And Farbick figured out how to make synthetic meat with a material synthesizer, feeding all the lizard children until they were too full to eat his girlfriend Starbright. I just had to take the time to figure out the solutions. And one can’t actually say I have writer’s block because I wrote longer than usual posts in this blog on each of those empty-headed days I was searching through mental filing cabinets. So, I guess I don’t have writer’s block. Well… never mind.
For those of you wondering what’s with all the goofy flower-photos… here’s a picture of Brekka and Menolly dancing… so you don’t ask that.