Hello all!
Half the year is over, and here I am. Realizing that the last story I submitted was July last year. And shame on me for not keeping up in the meantime.
There are excuses, of course. In no particular order:
Two daughters graduating
Two daughters getting their license
One daughter taking off for another state
That daughter coming back
Two daughters coming and going
Painting the house
Migraines
Health issues
Expensive car issues
Meeting in-laws
Grandson birthday
Other grandson birthday in July
But these are just THINGS. Roadblocks, yes. Pains in the ass...OMG...YES! But in the still of the night when I try to unwind, I see my stories. I feel them. I can taste them.
Same five-book series in progress. One erotic romance that I really do love and can't wait to get into a bit more. Maybe 10,000 in on that one?
I miss the words. I miss the immersion. I miss becoming pissed off at the characters and glaring at them through my computer screen.
So what am I going to do about this? I have a short week next week with the holiday. Closed for business Thursday, and I took off Friday. I think it's time to quit letting all these external forces sit on my chest and beat at me with closed fists.
I ran into a dear friend yesterday at Wal-Mart. He writes horror stories. Always been a storyteller, even when we were young teens. And the joy I felt in speaking with him, with another writer, lingers in me still.
I'm never fully anything until I let that part of me breathe. So I'll try and wake the creativity from its hibernation and make nice. Apologize and see if we can hold hands and be friends again.
Because I can't live without it.
Chrys*
Half the year is over, and here I am. Realizing that the last story I submitted was July last year. And shame on me for not keeping up in the meantime.
There are excuses, of course. In no particular order:
Two daughters graduating
Two daughters getting their license
One daughter taking off for another state
That daughter coming back
Two daughters coming and going
Painting the house
Migraines
Health issues
Expensive car issues
Meeting in-laws
Grandson birthday
Other grandson birthday in July
But these are just THINGS. Roadblocks, yes. Pains in the ass...OMG...YES! But in the still of the night when I try to unwind, I see my stories. I feel them. I can taste them.
Same five-book series in progress. One erotic romance that I really do love and can't wait to get into a bit more. Maybe 10,000 in on that one?
I miss the words. I miss the immersion. I miss becoming pissed off at the characters and glaring at them through my computer screen.
So what am I going to do about this? I have a short week next week with the holiday. Closed for business Thursday, and I took off Friday. I think it's time to quit letting all these external forces sit on my chest and beat at me with closed fists.
I ran into a dear friend yesterday at Wal-Mart. He writes horror stories. Always been a storyteller, even when we were young teens. And the joy I felt in speaking with him, with another writer, lingers in me still.
I'm never fully anything until I let that part of me breathe. So I'll try and wake the creativity from its hibernation and make nice. Apologize and see if we can hold hands and be friends again.
Because I can't live without it.
Chrys*
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