Drabble Interruption 1: Sarah Needs a Break

“Writing is something that you don’t know how to do. You sit down and it’s something that happens, or it may not happen. So, how can you teach anybody how to write? It’s beyond me, because you yourself don’t even know if you’re going to be able to. I’m always worried, well, you know, every time I go upstairs with my wine bottle. Sometimes I’ll sit at that typewriter for fifteen minutes, you know. I don’t go up there to write. The typewriter’s up there. If it doesn’t start moving, I say, well this could be the night that I hit the dust.” -- Charles Bukowski

Tonight, I'm feeling like I landed in the dust. And that's OKAY because rest assured that I'm not staying here. But tonight there will be no drabble unless I wake up in the middle of the night with the sudden urge to get something down on paper (which is more plausible than it sounds).

My plotting invaded my dreams last night. Today's drabble was to be drabble 6: Flame. And I was thinking about how Ingrid's farm house gets torched by soldiers and how awful it would be to have your house lit on fire. And what if she was in the house when it happened? What about Liam? Did the house fall into the shadows? I always have this image of things fading into shadow when they're burning. They char and then you blink and there are only shadows...

I was thinking these thoughts when I fell asleep. I'm sure I actually had half the plot figured out. (This is me joking. I mean to say that I always discover something right before I fall asleep and then promptly forget it upon waking...) But I fell asleep thinking about Ing's burning farm house and ended up dreaming that bulldozers were destroying my house while I ran frantically from room to room, checking walls to see where they had broken through and trying to patch with random furniture.

Why am I telling you this?

I just want you to know that I'm dedicated to Ing's story. So dedicated that it's been invading my dreams. I'm reminding myself that it's okay to feel a bit burned out. I'm telling myself, by telling you, that I will be okay tomorrow, that it is not the end of the world.

“Books do not write themselves. If they did, I’d have a lot more time to spend at Target.”-- Libba Bray

When I feel burned out, I look at quotes or Tumblr. (It's a happy coincidence that Tumblr has many quotes.) Is anyone else amused by the image of Libba Bray at Target? Anyone?

Anyway, I'll just leave you with this because it's fun and even if I feel burned out, I can be fun! ... Right?