So going home for Christmas had an odd effect on me. It kind of made me want to write again. Scripts, I mean. I'm currently outlining a story for a feature spec idea that I've had for a couple of years but never got up the energy to write it.
Since a few of you, Deb in particular, encouraged me to not give up the writing completely, I just wanted to let you know that I haven't. And thank you.
Yay Kristen! Keep in the game!
What Victor said, Kristen. And if you need beta reading, or confabbing, or someone to vent at, you have my email.
Victor, I stopped writing for about ten years. Not writers block - deliberate. Feels good to not be stopped anymore.
I've decided to take some time off from fic after I finish this one, hoping to give my people a chance to speak...I tried to do both this winter and it was eh...
erika, as much as I'll miss the fic, I can hardly wait to see you getting down to some original work again.
This fic is looking long again, though. But I'm not going to say...depress myself by writing Crosetti's letter to his daughter or something...talk about dead horses, huh? Insent, Deb.
I think the fic will help though, written as it is with a spirit of "Then what happened?" I will stop writing stories that are people drinking coffee and snarking. And nothing else.
I seem to have it in my head that we have a couple of writers who are happiest - and generally sensational - with dialogue and exposition, but nervous of dealing with action.
I like action. I like dialogue and exposition, too, but I like action, I like the illumination that even a simple break between spoken words - "He turned to regard her, one finger tapping the table, in a rhythm she recognised but couldn't name" - can bring to everyone concerned. It's so very telling, by way of being so very showing. And it's such fun to play with.
In my case, you're not wrong. I thought it was more of case of difficulty in describing physicality, but since you said "writers" plural...it's a writer thing, not a crip thing.