All over Facebook, writers are charging into NaNoWriMo. I wish I could join them, because my novel-writing is floundering in the worst way. I ignore it for weeks, anticipate an upcoming school deadline, push out a less than stellar chapter, then receive feedback from my pod that the chapter is less than stellar. (It’s no surprise.) With respect to my novel, my writing has become muddied, uninspired, and directionless.
But writing is my release. When I’m stuck, the best prescription for me is more writing.
And that’s what I’ve been doing. But instead of writing fiction, I’ve turned to other genres. I’ve just published my first essay in a very long time for an exciting, new literary journal called Full Grown People. Jennifer Niesslein is doing some wonderful work over there. I highly recommend you check it out. And I have two poems, my first published poetry, forthcoming in Minerva Rising Literary Journal. Sometimes, the cure for a streak of bad writing, is writing something else.
Hope you are having a wonderful fall thus far, and are looking forward to an extra hour of sleep tonight. Here’s some more autumn porn for you, taken on my walk this morning.