So, I haven’t written much of anything in weeks. Yes, I said ‘weeks’. I’m not going to make excuses about the holidays and what not all, or how I’ve been down with the flu since Christmas. I will share where I am and what’s going on, though.
I don’t want to say that I’ve lost focus because that isn’t entirely accurate. Drive, maybe. I’ve spent too much time in my head. Lost some confidence in myself and my writing. When those kinds of self doubt creep in, you have to chase them away quickly or else they can fester and grow like weeds. I didn’t chase them away.
Nothing’s been selling. Nothing has necessarily been resonating with my critique groups. Nothing has taken me by the scruff of the neck and demanded I write it. Then I caught the flu, and when you’re sick, it’s easier to let yourself listen to the little voice in the back of your head telling you to put it off until you feel better. But that’s an excuse and I said I wasn’t going to make excuses.
It’s not about being happy – I am quite happy right now.
Getting lost in your head, though – that can be a thing. A bad thing.
I need to shrug off the cobwebs and push past it. Get out of my head and put words to paper.
