What he said…

C.E. Grundler

Mike, I mean, the other day, when he wrote about writing, or the lack thereof, and how life has a way of conflicting with the actual creative process. For me, it’s somewhat of a Catch-22. When I had limitless time to write, the ideas stopped in their tracks. The muses refused to come out and play. I’d outlined a plot revolving a heist that would go down in the midst of a hurricane with a bull’s eye on New Jersey, and a storm surge to match. There was only one problem. Inspiration was in short supply.

Now I’m bombarded by inspiration at every turn. More inspiration than I could have ever imagined. Writing the fictional effects of an unprecedented storm is one thing. Living in the midst of it, however, leaves precious little time to actually park myself at the computer and put my ideas to words. From long before dawn to well into the night, my days are stretched between repairs on the house and exhausting hours down on the water, where so many homes and boats still lay in wreckage. Sleep offers little refuge. Not a night has passed without falling trees and rising waters tormenting my dreams. Somehow, the words I’d been writing before this all began seem trivial compared to the real thing.

The days will come when Mike can relax on those lovely tropical beaches. And I know, for me, eventually things will settle back to some level of normal, perhaps a different normal than it was before. I know from this all I will, in time, return to my happily fictional world, where I determine what my fictional hurricane will destroy and what it will spare.

Oh, do I look forward to those days!

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