Amsterdam views and the heart of a story

We’re leaving the ‘Dam today, on a plane and train and automobile journey. I’ve spent the last few days writing on a gorgeous balcony, with a view over the rooftops…not bad, eh? In between walking and eating and chatting with my sister, of course.

I’ve had a few ideas while I’ve been here, but I’m finding it hard. I’ve had odd bits; land canals, segregated societies, rebellious ideals. Bits that are interesting, yes. But my story just isn’t coming together. It doesn’t yet have a heart; it has a lot of little bubbles and images and ideas, but no thread. No soul. The heart of a story is the story you want to tell – and while I have some of the world, I don’t yet know whose story I’m telling.

It almost feels like writer’s block, except it’s not quite. I have ideas, they just won’t….knit. My thriller hasn’t got any further, either. I can’t find a story I want to tell there.

Anyway. I’m leaving it for the time being; working on other projects (editing, business, coding, work). I’m home this evening and then back to work, busy this weekend…so life goes on. We’ll see if the ideas do knit themselves together in the next few weeks!