First Day as a Blogger

For awhile now, I've known that this is something I needed to do. As a writer, I've got to generate publicity. But, I find myself in a strange predicament. I can't think of a thing to say.

What's one to do when faced with this dilemma? Perhaps I should write about not having anything to write about. That sounds like a challenge.




Hmm. It's not working. I'm still blank.

But, maybe it is working since I am, in fact, writing about not writing. Now that I think about it, I could probably do this for awhile. And since I'll likely be the only one reading this, maybe I should. At least until something comes to mind.


Something came to mind.

Recently, I've clicked with another writer, and she and I have been exchanging our work so we can help each other improve. I read the first chapter of her book, and it was great; the flow, the characters, the pacing--all fantastic. But what peaked my curiousity the most was this little beetle. It didn't have a staring role, not yet anyway, and I can't even put my finger on why I found it so curious. I just did.

When I told her about this, she told me that she didn't know there was going to be a beetle. It was one of those inspired things that showed up unexpectedly. And it worked. It added just the right amount of intrigue.

A few days later, she emailed me after reading a short story of mine. There was a scene that she really liked. Well, not to brag, but in her words, "Loved, Loved, Loved," and "Gave me chills."

This particlar scene happened by accident. I was just writing along, minding my own business, when suddenly one of my characters barged in. She totally took over; my fingers were a blur on the keyboard and words magically appeared on screen. When she was done, I took a look and thought, 'Wow, didn't know that was going to happen--but yeah, I like it."

So, I'm not sure what my point is; other than creativity, and psychiatric disorders may be closely related.