I’ve been such a terrible blogger mommy lately. In fact, I’ve been a terrible writer lately. I don’t know what happened. This book started off strong. I had all the momentum of real author-type, hitting away at those keys like there was no tomorrow, the words just flying from my fingertips. Then I started hitting an occasional pebble along the way. But I sidestepped them, determined not to let it completely break my stride. Now? Now I’m buried in pebble beach. I let one or two trip me up and that was all she wrote…er, all I wrote.
Maybe it’s because my life suddenly feels like a whirlwind of activity: day job, little league games, Tae Kwon Do, birthday parties, anniversaries, more grade 1 homework than I think even I can handle. By the time I get a spare moment to think, I have to sift through the mush that doesn’t even resemble a brain.
These are my excuses and I’m sticking to them. They are evil little “Anti-WIP” demons. Unfortunately, I’m loving every minute of them. Well, maybe not the homework. I hated homework and now I get to hate it all over again.
But I miss writing! These last few nights I sat my ass down at the computer after all was finally quiet, and forced myself to write more. No lie! But my characters are super pissed at me. I have to scream at them to tell me what the hell is going on. And even when they do its like getting info from a scolded child. All ‘Yes’s and ‘No’s. No details, no feelings. Where’s the fun in that?!
So I decided I’m just going to rant and rave on my blog until they are sick of some other writing venue getting the attention. I’m sorry you guys have to be stuck in the middle of this, but it’s something that has to be done if I want to find my Mojo again. Hopefully this won’t last long.
Here’s to you, Muse!