I've been treading on thin ice ever since I decided to write my first novel. I wanted it to be unique. The idea of creating a Cyber-bistro and preparing fresh chapters in front of my readers seemed appealing. Then my brain froze. I started the book with the beginning and the end in my mind but nothing in the middle. "Just write," I told myself, "and it will all come together, one chapter at a time." Perhaps the real story was what was happening in my own kitchen. Here are some things that contributed to my writer's block:
- My wife and I decided to sell our California home and relocate to Iowa. The process of short selling a home when the mortgage company is both overwhelmed and overburdened is just about impossible, especially when there are few buyers willing to go through the painful process. My creative juices stopped flowing. We leaned heavily on our awesome realtors, Mark and Lori, to deal with the banks and close the deal. Without their help, we would have ended up in foreclosure.
- We sold most of our possessions and cashed out our retirement accounts. I felt like a trapeze artist flying through the air with no safety net.
- I discovered I was at the bottom of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Food, water and shelter overpowered my desire to pen a novel.
- A junk debt buyer began harassing my family while we were still homeless. I cannot comment any more on this because the case is pending.