Welcome to Writeratops! I’m Mollie E. Reeder.
This is the inaugural post, the metaphorical smashing of the bottle on the bow. I am so excited you found yourself here – we’re going to have a great time.
If you made your way here because you were out in the murky depths of the Internet, looking for advice or inspiration, trying desperately to figure out how to get the things that are in your head out of your head – then we’re probably a lot alike. Maya Angelou said there is “no agony greater than bearing an untold story”, and don’t you know it – when a good idea wriggles itself down into your belly like some kind of parasite from an alien movie, bites you hard and refuses to leave.
But then you sit down at your keyboard (or pick up your pen, if you’re one of those people that likes hand cramps) and … nothing. Or, even worse – something awful.
When you’re standing in line at the checkout, or taking a shower, or trying to go to sleep, and words are dancing around in your half-conscious brain, you’re F. Scott Fitzgerald reincarnate. But when you actually try to write? You feel like a monkey banging on a toy keyboard.