[Update and clarification: Okay, of this 6 weeks, I was traveling for more than half. So I guess that's a good excuse for part of this span.]
Seems like forever … and I have to wonder why I can’t seem to sit myself down and get anything done. A lot of excuses pop up, though lack of time is not one of them. The new semester has started at the university, so that has me a little preoccupied. However, I had a good 2 weeks before that to write, and I didn’t. It’s not a lack of ideas. Oh, I got me some plenty of them ideas. It’s not boredom, per se. I want to see the end of this novel. I want to mold it into something worthwhile.
Yet, I just can’t seem to get my fingers to do any work on it. (Yes, I do see the irony that I happen to write plenty enough for this blog!)
I think, overall, it’s certain doubts that cause this pause. I’m uncertain that the finished novel will do justice to the original concept. It’s the long slog ahead of me that, honestly, at times is not pleasant at all. It’s the uncertainty of “What now?” when I actually do finish. Nothing new here. I’ve seen it all before.
I believe it’s simply a matter of time. I’m working at being patient. Eventually, I will find that spark to sit down and let the words flow. I know what to write. I know where to begin (and where to end). All I gotta do is start with the first letter.