Back in the Saddle Again...

Well, it's Fall again, and those of you who are kind enough to read these missives know what that means: yes, time for me to swear I'll do a better job of keeping up with this blog, and ramble on about the pretty colors of the falling leaves.

Interestingly enough I actually am writing again. I managed to overcome the writer's block that has been crippling (challenging?) me for the past few years, and really make a good start on this novel that I've been promising the world for awhile now.

It's always been much easier for me to write dialog and then to connect the dots later. Oddly, this seems to be holding true today. After sticking a pin in the beginning, and a LOT of background stuff, I started on the first big scene and it, more or less, wrote itself. Even more odd was that, this afternoon, I picked up on a scene left over from last night and soon found myself wandering down a hallway with two of the characters. Instead of "driving," I was the passenger before I even realized it.

With no real plan for the aforementioned scene, I just "went with it," and soon found my protagonist at the office door of a character that I had NO plan to create, yet, out of necessity, had to create. It was as if the scene called for it, and I had to fill in the blanks to make it play out the way Nature intended it should. My sister, who's working on her second novel tells me that this is a good thing and that several of her writer friends see this as "being in the zone." While it's certainly new to me, I'll try and see it as a good omen.

Obviously, I'd love to be a successful author. God knows I don't want a real job.

Okay, that's enough writing for now. Time to go out and look at the pretty falling leaves.