This morning I heard an interview with an author on the radio. Apparently, he’s quite famous, although I hadn’t heard of him. I guess I haven’t had as much time lately to be very well read. Or, I’ve had a lack of variety in my reading. He was very funny in the interview, and when he read some from his latest book, it did make me want to look it up and buy it.
Somehow, however, it left me feeling frustrated. As I said on a previous post, I feel like my writing has gone downhill. I’m out of practice, and writing does involve some sort of secret brain muscle that if not exercised, gets flabby.
All morning I’ve been thinking about those short stories I’ve wanted to write. The plots remain very undeveloped. They are just a general idea – like a twinkle in a parent’s eye years before a baby is born.
I don’t want to give away the concept. Without saying too much, I want them to illustrate some of the lessons I’ve learned living with HPS. They won’t be about HPS but perhaps inspired by it.
Still, I’m having a hard time nailing down the specifics.
When I took writing classes in college, they encouraged free writing – just writing down whatever comes into your head no matter how disjointed or silly. I guess I should try that to get those old writing muscles working again.