The end draws nigh…

This past week I’ve felt a little in limbo with my writing.  I’m quite sure there was a list of things I wanted to get done this year and, as the end of January approaches, I have the sinking feeling that I haven’t made much progress in checking things off my list.  I feel like I’ve just been keeping my head above water and lucky to get a little bit done every day. 

The Yahoo! Contributor Network asked for flash fiction on a Display Only basis so I gave them my homage to Gershwin and Dubose Heyward’s Porgy and Bess.  I called it Sweet Summertime.    (I do like how you can generally find a picture in their files to go with what you are submitting.)  I wrote that a couple weeks ago so not much effort on my part there. 

 They had also asked for a short story based on an image but I’ve looked through my files and nothing is inspiring me right now.  I think my muse took a mid-winter vacation.  I may have to get off the beaten path and create something original to submit, which is what I tend to do anyway, see what bubbles up through the seamy underside of my brain. 

 This past week I’ve been writing just a tiny bit on a new short story each night before I fall asleep. Unfortunately, this is not my most creative or productive time.  But then, muse deficient writers take what they can get and you shouldn’t look a gift goat in the mouth.  (They eat everything.)  Morning is definitely a better time for me to write but since I’m in a perpetual state of sleep deprivation, that’s a little hard to do and make it to work on time.

 Makes me start wondering about the incidence of Hollywood remakes these days.  Could it be we’re all a little muse deprived?  (Heck, that flash fiction was an homage.)  Anyway, I just saw a blip that said there’s going to be a Super Bowl commercial starring good old Ferris Bueller.  Makes me feel kind of nostalgic.  I may have to look for an old eighties film this weekend.

 I’m also reading a book of short urban fantasy stories, Naked City, edited by Ellen Datlow – very well crafted short stories by authors like Jim Butcher, Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman.  I’ve noticed Jim Butcher contributing to quite a few of these types of collections in the past few years.  Seems almost a little backwards, attain your rep as a writer and then you can start contributing to anthologies.  Didn’t it used to be the other way around?  Write short stories to get your chops then you can get a publishing contract for books.  I’ll admit I’m enjoying the short stories a little more these days and admiring authors for developing characters, setting and plot well in a short format.  There’s nothing extra in these stories and they pull you along at a fast clip.

 Anybody else experiencing a seasonal slump?  I’m going to have to get my muse a calendar or Day Planner, maybe a Blackberry.

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