I have been in such a funk with my writing! I don’t know why I’ve fallen into this rut. It’s making me anxious. Like I should be working, but nothing sounds good to work on. I have work on LuLo2, I still have to finish LuLo4. It’s not that I don’t have things to do. Let alone all the mom and wife stuff I do every day.
Then again, it’s not like the tiny herd is helping me to do my writing. Between dogs:
… and the Entropy Machine with her, “Momma, momma, where’s this from?” the only one really pushing me to write, is, well, me.
My sweet husband just brought me my forgotten tea from the Keurig. It’s still almost hot! He’s been super sweet. He’s been celebrating having LuLo out and being so awesome and encouraging. He’s encouraging, but he hasn’t been pushy about the writing. Which, well, I don’t know if that would help or hinder anyway 😀
Still. I’m here rocking out to my fave Pandora station and trying to type this out. I haven’t done a good chunk of creative writing in a couple days. I don’t know if I should just let it lie or I should just try to soldier through. I’ve been working through a The Reluctant Veterinarian revision and that’s been, well, not fun, but not dreadful either.
I know that to be a writer means to court rejection constantly. My less than amazing debut of Just for Kicks, while not surprising, was a trifle disappointing. But. I made a book. It’s a real, actual book. Something I have dreamed about for years. It’s a first step into the world I want to live in. I know it takes about ten titles to reach any sort of following and living. Still. After how much piddling, annoying work getting LuLo ready for press was, that feels like such a daunting task.
But. I’m just being a big mopey complainer. Once I get through this revision of TRV and another revision of Cop Drama, I’ll feel better about things. Maybe start on the cover of LuLo2. Get up the mountain. Go on vacation. Eat better. The summer doldrums are almost past. The air is getting cold at night again.
This song popped into my head this morning, with the slightly altered, “Where have all the ideas gone?”
I’m not sure what the crew from Lost has to do with any of it, but I’m down.
I’ll let it lie for a bit. Let the idea sit and steep in my brain bucket until one day when I’m washing my hair and something amazing pops out and needs to be written down RIGHT NOW. Or, the irresistible urge to start my scribbling and bibbling, bibbling and scribbling again washes over me. I know both are inevitable. Just a question of which one first 🙂