Saw the doctor yesterday. Told him I’d been foggy for a good week. He checked my blood pressure, and… the meds are doing too well. I’ve got low blood pressure now!
So, why am I mentioning that here on a writing blog?
Look, you can’t write when you can’t think. Well, I suppose some people do. You’ve probably seen a few movies where that was clearly the case. However, I wouldn’t suggest attempting to write when you can’t think.
I did try. Learn from my error.
I’m currently working on a little side project, aimed at younger grade school kids. It’s meant to be silly and fun. It involves a good amount of slapstick and jokes that hopefully entertain adults who may be reading it with their kids.
And as I worked on it this week… it got dark.
Now, I’m totally fine with dark stories for kids. Coraline is fantastic, as is The House with a Clock in its Walls. The Giver can be very grim. (I still hold that Jonas dies at the end, though the writer weighs in herself in further books in the series.)
But this story wasn’t meant to be dark. Like I said: Silly! Fun!
So I pushed through. Right the ship! But as I kept writing… it slipped from silly and fun to, well, surreal. I still wanted it to make sense!
So I set the story aside… at least for right now. I need a brain to make the words. Brain makes words in order good!
And instead, I’ve been reading. Nothing complicated, but catching up on at least a few of my Kickstarter rewards. Trying to relax and not beat myself up for not getting work done (not the easiest thing in the world).
The plan is to get back to writing fast. But first… brain must words.
Brain must words.
Jonathon Mast: Author 