Yesterday I went to the park with the intention of writing. I edited for about forty minutes and then sorta felt all drive leaving me. I don't know why the hell I can't write anymore. It's literally driving me crazy.
I want to feel the itch. A friend of mine told me that today… that she felt the itch again. I am entirely jealous of her. I think at times that since I've accomplished writing a few novels, that the desire is done with. It's something I always wanted to do and I did it. So what more is there then for me?
And this cluelessness is trickling into other aspects of my living from. I struggle to find books to read, movies to watch, music to listen to. I'm not depressed. I'm just a bit lost. I need to find my inspiration, or motivation, or energy, or mojo, or if nothing else….just feel the itch again.
I don't want to end on a sad note so here's a picture of my two doggies….
So for my birthday yesterday I added a family member to our already precious family. This is Susannah Winter. I am told she’s part boxer and part shar pei however I intend on taking her to the vet this Friday so I’ll find out exact details then.
my birthday was very nice, spending time with my family. A lot of great stuff occurred. My brother in law proposed to his beautiful girlfriend!! My cousin found out her infant, who’s been in the nicu for a month and six days may be coming home this coming week.
I’ve been blogging this site for four years now. I can’t say if it is a popular site though I feel I get a decent amount of stop and views here and there. Of course it could be better if I applied myself more. I was laying in bed just now, before coming here, and thought about the park I normally go to, to write. I had the sudden realization that I don’t even bother to put my butt into a place to write anymore. I want to write, or at least a part of me wants it. But you have to park yourself somewhere on a regular basis to actually get any writing done. So my failure comes with the parking. If I did that, I do believe I would see some success.
In other news, my editor is one third of the way done.
In other news…being cryptic but feeling the need to get some emotions out…if she were mine, I’d be there right now.
So I use this app called letgo to sell things on my phone. Currently I am trying to sell an elliptical machine that does nothing but sit and collect dust. I have posted this on the app and have had a few hits. Mostly people wanting to exchange things. No thank you. Most recently I have been trying to sell this elliptical to a Spanish-speaking person and I have no Spanish-speaking skills. Fortunately I found this crazy little thing on the Internet called Google and it has a translator and so I have been speaking back-and-forth with this person even though I do not know their language and I do believe this elliptical will be so today. Isn’t technology great!!!
I’m a busy gal. I work a lot. I drive a lot. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep up with my blog. And yet, I definitely struggle with it. So I’m looking for an easy way in. I think I am going to start posting very short pieces from my cell phone as that thing is always with me.
I drive around and see so many things I’d like to share but getting them onto my blog is somewhat difficult. So, here is me, trying something new.
During some downtime today I sat in my car for three hours and wrote. Amazingly I got over six thousand words types. Words that made sense.I doubt it will ever see the light of day but it felt really good to write. Pardon mechanical and grammar errors as I am typing this brief update on my cellphone and it’s not that easy to do. I was just super stoked and had to share my progress with the world.
Now I have to get back to work in this crazy wind. I hope it dies down before I make the two hour drive home this evening.
Tonight I listened to The Creative Penn Podcast “My 2017 Goals. Plus Visualization and Positive Thinking for Authors with Nina Amir” I must say, it was very inspiring. If you are a professional writer, or like me, a struggling writer, … Continue reading →
I know that I’ve really sucked at blogging as of late. It took me a while to adapt to my new job and the hours (and driving) that comes with it. As a family crisis counselor, I travel to family homes and assist them with intensive in-home therapy three times a week per family. I love my job, but it did take me a good while to get my schedule under control, learn the job expectations, and develop my own style for success.
Needless to say, my writing was put on hold. I took 2016 off from writing in almost every way. It did not hurt. However, I am finding that beginning is hurting. I lost my motivation, lost my routine, lost some creativity, and honestly, I felt I lost a huge part of myself. Granted, story ideas, characters, and plot twists played within the confines of my mind so I can’t say I quit E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. Continue reading →
It’s amazing the way people can claim to be one thing but don’t seem to realize their actions and words shout out the complete opposite. I’m a pretty mentally strong person and I can take a good dose of evilness before it begins to wear me down. My heart aches for people who suffer from depression, lack of confidence, or anxiety and have to face bullying and ridicule from friends, family, and even strangers. I do my best to think this world is full of goodness admist the awful, vile things we are forced to see on a daily basis. I could use some uplifting beauty in my life right now.
I know that you were scared. I know that you keep worrying and stressing. Not writing is slowly killing you on the inside. But you’ve been here before and you’ve escaped the darkness, resolved to push through all your fears. You keep telling yourself that you aren’t a writer, but you know deep down that isn’t the truth. You feel that constant need to write. It is a niche that refuses to go away. All those single line sentences that leads to wondering if that’s a good line for story. Names you here suddenly spark an idea for a new character. You see someone do something and you tell yourself you know exactly which character would do that. All those things you secretly do all amounts to one fact. You are a writer. You may let those fears and doubts drown you for a week, maybe a few months, maybe even longer than a year. It won’t change the truth. You are a writer. Always will be. So suck it up buttercup. Just right now. Yougotsdisfersure. Love, Me