I’m in that limbo stage between stories. It’s a weird place to be, having no story to sink into on my writing days, or daydream about on non-writing days. Since I’m a slow writer, this phase only comes along every few years. But when it does, I’m left weightless, not grounded by words.
What happens during those dreamless days? Well, I make many false starts on new stories, trying to force the words.
I find myself almost desperate for an idea. That’s not because there are no ideas during this phase. There are always ideas. It’s more that the ideas are like hummingbirds, shying away on speeding wings at the slightest movement in their direction.
Have you ever tried to chase a hummingbird? You can’t even tell what direction they’ve gone.
Time gets filled with going empty-handed to the critique group. Sitting there pathetically, envious of all the flowing words. And yet not too envious because the stories always come back and I know this.
And so there’s a tiny bit of anticipation, there under the day-to-day grind, fluttering in the subconscious.
Something is on the way to me.
Some story is tentatively moving in closer, getting ready to light on my shoulder and whisper in my ear.
Soon, I hope.
2 thoughts on “Word Limbo”
The Hummingbird… what a beautiful picture you painted with those words!
I would love to know how Cody is doing! 😉 I am sure there are more things that happened in Wallace, Idaho you can tell us about. 😊 and Matt and Jake and Rivers and Jess and Cell and Sunny…
Well, that was a subtle hint! And Rachel on the loose.