Cornered 10-4-12

I’m in one of those corners again. The one I paint myself into after taking on too much or  deciding what IS the corner. What am I talking about? Back to the old issue of inspiration. I’m waiting for a sustainable rush of inspired ideas to pick me up and float me away. But of course I know that “waiting” is half the problem, so here I am, writing from the corner again. On more than one occasion over the last week or so I went so far as to call myself a writer. Where do I get off telling people that when I know that I haven’t really been writing much for months, now.

I shouldn’t say that. Actually, I’ve been working on a couple different stories as well as rewriting the beginning of Drum, an effort that is more and more presenting itself as a requirement for a moving ahead as a writer. The story was handed to me, and I feel strongly that it is mine alone. What I see in it is still a little featureless, though, as if more work still needs to be accomplished towards discovering what it is that I must deal with in the story. 

My life seems to be going in several different directions at once, and it makes me tired just thinking about trying to hold it all together. I’m off to work in 30 minutes to try to teach some basic language skills to foreign students. Is that me? Nope, it’s just the survival part, the part that has been taking the path of least resistance for too long.