which way do I go george, which way do I go…
I talk to myself.
Not in the crazy-person sort of way (but isn’t that just what a crazy person would say?).
I had a blazing good idea for my next story and cranked out a few paragraphs of genius. Then…well…the tap began to run slowly and my brain started to fill up with murky water, as if my synapses were clogged with old hair. “Where is this story going?” I finally had to ask myself. My idea was beginning to drown.
So I pulled out the mental Drano and started asking myself questions about the story, and in turn, answering them.
Why does so-and-so want to do that?
Because she was always taught blah-blah-blah.
Why was she taught blah-blah-blah?
Because her mom was in a horrible accident that changed the way she views the world…
Boom! The drains opened up and I could see the waters begin to recede, swirling away. New ideas and directions took hold and my typing fingers cooperated once more.
Sometimes, all it takes is a few minutes of Q&A with yourself to get things moving again.