What it’s all about

Honestly, I don’t know what’s gone wrong with my writing. Somehow my writing mojo has wandered off and maybe it’s got itself in a muddle somewhere, delved into a thicket of words and half-thoughts and is pathetically asking my imagination to stride in and sort it out, grab it by the scruff of its metaphorical neck and give it a good talking to/dressing down/liven up and actually produce some evidence that I am a writer. I used to think I could write about anything, anywhere but now hats have been discarded everywhere and I no longer seem to be able to write at the drop of a single one of them.

I have tried to encourage myself by reading things I’ve written – short stories, family tales, novels, finished and unfinished. I’ve tried to write about what happens to characters after the end of a book – there’s a couple stranded in a hotel, and they must be fed up with being there because I am,  there’s another who has opened a bookshop cum café, and one has gone to Spain. I’ve gone back to novels I’ve started and tried to summon up something to continue and finish them. But it all ends in a drizzle, or do I mean a dribble of feeble sentences.

I have started writing stories here on my blog, several times; there is the couple who have bought a house they are doing up – they started on my blog here, and here they have remained. There is Jay with her mysterious past who is trying to start a new life but finding a gruesomely murdered woman is probably not the best way to put her own  trauma behind her.  She’s stranded in a pub at the moment. Then there’s Clare who was so badly bullied at school and now grown-up she meets the bully again who not only doesn’t recognise her, but thinks she’s her ex-best friend! I’ve left poor Clare trying not to drink too much at a lunch party in a lighthouse. And thinking about lighthouses, what about my story of the little girl called Peggy who has innocently become involved in smugglers? Peggy is also languishing in my blog.

I feel as if I need to give my writing self that good shake and the aforementioned  severe talking to. I have new stories to write, but before that the characters still trapped in my unfinished stories need rescuing! I must get my act together, although who knows what that act is. I received a wall plaque for Christmas which reads “What if the hokey-cokey really is what it’s all about?” I’m beginning to feel that might be true!

You can guess what my New Year’s resolution is going to be!