I should be writing.
I have a great story idea and it’s mostly mapped out. It’s unique. I should be stoked and up until the wee hours hammering out words as though participating in NaNo.
Instead, all I can do is stare at the screen or out the window into the back yard. You see, Mojo has gone missing. I’ve tried getting my mind off it. Sooner or later, Mojo always turns up. But, I’m starting to get a little worried.
I’ve tried taking time away from writing. I spent a week at my sister’s in Maryland. It was great to see the family and a dear friend. When I got back, I thought that I’d be itching to be writing, and I was. But without Mojo, it’s like I’ve run out of steam. The fix, I told myself, was to do some house repairs that I had been meaning to do for some time. All I needed was feel a sense of accomplishment, jumpstart my brain after a nice vacation. Mojo will come back. Mojo is faithful and has never let me down before.
Now what? The only thing I can think of is to just power through it. Put Post-Its on mirrors, the fridge, the computer,my shoes, and even the dogs with Nike’s Just Do It slogan. I want to write. I love it. Writing has always made me feel better. Writing fiction seems the perfect antidote for times when reality gets ugly.
I’ve just got to find Mojo. Mojo was always a faithful thing, waiting curled at my feet while I wrote, inspiring me with new thoughts and ideas. Mojo was always patient, willing, and eager to start and finish any project with tenacity.
Oh well. I can only keep a light on and hope faithful Mojo returns soon. In the meantime, I’ll just start the new story alone. Good thing my family is supportive and enthusiastic – especially my sister and husband. Until Mojo’s return, it’ll have to do.
*whistles* Here, Mojo! Here girl! Come home, little Mojo. I miss you.