I love to write. I love having whole worlds in my head and finding ways to share those world. I have a couple of stories that are in my head but that I haven’t been inspired to write. I haven’t had any new ideas since I finished The Paths We Take.
And that’s really scary for me. I’ve always been afraid that I wouldn’t have the ideas to actually be a writer. That I had one good story and that was it. Then I would finish a book and the next idea would come and I would have the same fear.
But now I haven’t really had anything to write.
It might be because I’ve gotten out of practice. I haven’t journaled in months. I haven’t written blog posts in even longer. I haven’t written much of anything.
But I don’t know what to write. I don’t have anything I want to say.
Usually characters talk to me. Even characters I never write with dialogue I never use. But they have been silent lately.
I miss them.
They’ve been constant companions since I was four and I don’t even know when I lost them or how to get them back…