I have been avoiding my computer. I start cleaning, dusting, folding laundry, wandering outside....I have my notebook and jot a few ideas, but none of them seem to go anywhere...
I started typing this morning feeling that how am I ever going to get published if I don't type something? I have a bunch..a lot of written stories, but I don't feel like going back and editing them. I have a work in progress for a Regency story that I think will be too complicated and tricky with the historical accuracy, dates, events, etc...I haven't been able to go back to it and just start typing. I like to have my plot figured out in advance and I can't seem to get my mind focused enough to do it. At Dunes and Dreams at Pindar I was so surprised that one author, Beatrice Small told me she nevers does that. She just writes and let's the creative process flow... Wow. I could try that and let the twists and turns happen as they may, but I can't seem to do it.
My head gets foggy. I get tired...I know what it is...it's fear of failure. It's fear of, what if I really can't do this? I really am not organized enough, and simply am not that good a writer. So, here I am at my blog instead where it is safe and anything goes. Yeah. That's helpful. That'll get me published and who the hell am I talking to anyway? Is anyone listening? Probably not. This is more of a cathartic thing then anything. I'm talking to myself. Am I going crazy? Writers block makes me crazy.
Well....it's a nice day, a light breeze blowing, and it looks extremely inviting out there. Yup. I am procrastinating some more. I have been fighting probably the worst sinus infection/allergies of my life and it is draining me. I feel extremely sleepy. You know what? If the creative juices aren't flowing they aren't flowing.
Besides, Lady Cecelia is thinking, when the heck are you going to finish me??? Soon. Lady C. soon....
As U2 says, "I need a miracle drug." Maybe a run will clear the cobwebs from my head and pump up some endorphines...Try again later.
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