So, here I sit, farting around on this site among others when I have a magazine to edit, articles to write, and a montage to compose, and I can't conjure the word craft. (Sigh.)
Maybe it's because I've bitten off more than I can chew and can't digest what I've started. Maybe it's the never-ending worry over paying the bills. Maybe I'm running out of steam. Maybe it's the interruptions of others. Maybe... maybe... maybe...
Maybe nothing. I've got to get my behind in gear here and get on the writing stick. I need to drudge up data from old memories of my childhood in Dugway, Utah. I have forgotten so much about the place and its people, but somehow it begs me to include it in a story about the search for a mysterious shaman. I recall so little of the Ute people and their lore that surrounded me then. I remember spotting wild Apaloosas running through Skull Valley and finding Conestoga wagon ruts in the hard desert ground. Now, I need to delve more into the past and produce a setting worthy of my characters' development and my readers' interest.
Anyone else out there who can relate, I'd welcome your input.