Grieving the Stuck

I never realized how hard it would hit me. A few years ago, this fantastic character popped into my head, whispering his stories. I've mentioned Jameson Kendrick in this blog before. I spent day after day with him, chronicling his every step. He taught me things I never dreamed of. And after five books, he vanished.

And I was devastated.

I finished his last story the same year COVID shut us down. Life came to a halt, and I ended up in a whirlpool of grief and confusion. Oh, that sounds worse than it actually was. But if I am honest, I self medicated with cheesecake and other sugary treats. I wanted to write more. I even tried. But the urge disappeared with Jameson. Notes of abandoned tales remain untouched.

And every time I think I'm ready to get back to it, I get distracted.

But creativity shows up in other ways! I've been playing on the stage. I'm rediscovering my love for stage management while learning a new love for youth theatre. I've spent years performing, and while I still enjoy that immensely, I'm wondering if it's time to move on. To step into a different role and help the next generation embrace all the good things the stage has to offer. So far, I am having a blast, and I look forward to what is coming up next.

And maybe I will get back to writing one day. I need to offer myself grace until I hear those familiar whispers in the back of my head--a new character inviting me into his or her life. Trusting me with the translation. It will come. But until then, I dream of the day...