Lost my zeal, where can I buy more

For a lark, I went on Fictionmania and looked up my first story. I didn't read it, but I read the comments. I had written something magical, that had really touched people, and it made me feel good about myself that I could connect with people.

I don't have tons of stories out there like some people, but I hope what I like in quantity I more than make up for in quality. But something seems to have happened since that very first story (The Wishing Blanket if you must know). My stuff, for the most part has been dark, and I wonder if that is the best for me. Lately I haven't even the desire to really write. I made an attempt at A Mother's Love, but took it down because I couldn't fathom finishing it. I also didn't finish the birthday story either. It just seems my motivation for writing is gone and I wonder why. It's not like I don't have ideas. I have whole novels in my head, just waiting to be written.

Maybe it's the computer. Let me explain:

For a long while I was in prison and didn't have access to a computer. So I started hand writing out my work. It seemed that I was hand writing 5 pages a day and plotting and coming up with character sketches (sort of). It was a great way to past time and I think I produced things of real quality (Adoption of Little Orphan Danny, the last two books of the God Bless The Child Trilogy, No Greater Love etc.) It's not like I have real demands on my time. I basically work 4 hours a night, so I got 20 other hours in which to do things. I just can't seem to get moving, and when I do, I just stop. I would really like to get back to really writing, but it seems so draining all of a sudden when it use to be such a pleasure.

Part of me wants to do a mainstream, non-tg book (I consider God Bless The Child mainstream BTW). I have an idea about a christian baseball player who gets a brain tumor, told from the vantage point of an agnostic old sports reporter. I also have another called "I'll be home for Christmas" about a traveling salesman who gets wrongfully convicted of kidnapping. See the ideas are there, I just don't know why I don't sit down and hone my craft.

The last thing is, I really, really, really, really want to be published. I think God Bless the Child is first rate but it just sits on the site and I don't even know where to send it to be published (by a publisher, not by me). It use to be available from PublishAmerica, but didn't do like I had hoped. Since then I had polished it and did a major re-write, changed the chapterization, and cleaned it up a ton.

I know I am rambling... but how do i get that zest and magic back. Do I just force myself to sit and write, the fear is that would make it a chore. Should I write in smaller chunks (I usually aim for 5 typed pages or 4000 words). Should I just take some time away from fiction sites and see if things just return to normal? Or should I eat a bran muffin and hope in one way or another shit begins to flow? Someone help.

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