I, my friends, am in a preverbial pickle.
Short version: I have had writer's block (severe, so severe that
it has bled into and blocked my love of reading
too!) For about five months now, perhaps more.
Before this horrid occurrence... occurred, I was happily bashing
out random stories here and there, but there was one in
particular that had been my baby from the beginning.
The problem is this: I have written and rewritten and re re re
written this story so much, that the story is now rather vague
and I feel I have lost my way.
I have walked away from it, I have tried writing exercises to
re-associate myself with the characters, but I am still stuck. I
now don't know what is good for me. Do I abandon it completely?
Because something keeps making me come back to it and I still
feel a flicker of the fiery burn that I used to feel, when I
think about trying to rekindle it.
One of the issues is how much I have changed as a person. I am
not the 17 year old I was when I first wrote it, but I love the
characters. Another problem: Have I delved so deeply into their
minds that I know them inside out but don't know how to portray
them to other people?
Help!
