So as I write this, it is truly off the cuff. I have no idea what to say this week.
Matter of fact, I have no idea what to write period. No, it’s not writers block, it’s a mental thing.
I haven’t touched any of my own WIP’s in over a week. Of which, I’m ashamed to admit. And I can’t even tell you why, except work has been crazy. And, when I get home, the last thing I want to do is look at a computer screen for another 2-3 hours. But, that aside, the thoughts usually keep coming – this week, not so much.
So I will ramble about, well….writing nothing.
I’ve found myself backing away from writing lately and I don’t know why. Well, that’s not totally true. We all know the nitty-gritty of why we don’t do something. And I have an idea what my problem is, but can’t seem to get past it. I know I excel at editing (used to be a part time gig for the University back home), critiquing (do lots of corporate writing & critiquing), plotting (this is just fun to me – creative), what’s good, what’s not (I’ve read the best authors since before they became big) – Just not in my own work lately. I know woe is me…
There are a lot of reasons that I won’t bore you with, because my first draft was a rant not a ramble. LOL
I’m exhausted and I need a vacation. Not another writers retreat or even a convention – although, I am excited about a few days in Orlando for RT. But in reality I couldn’t afford to do RT and Nationals this year, so I’m just going for a book signing and to meet up with a bunch of peeps I talk with on line. And let’s be honest, hot men and the bar too. ;-)
Ah – I can hear the subtle sounds of the ocean, lapping against the white sands, while a half naked cabana man (okay, to be fair, and a beautiful chick for HHB), brings me another drink with an umbrella in it. An open book rests in my palm, and I immerse myself in the world built by a talented writer.
Not once will I think about what the next words on the page are supposed to be, should be, or needs to be. Nor do I worry about my day job.
I can’t tell you how long it’s been since any of the above has happened – especially immersing myself in a good book. Oh how I miss the time to read, I mean really read. That time spent in a book, where nothing but that world matters…to me this is heaven.
I’m feeling selfish with no way to be selfish. Not a trait I typically condone mind you – but what about me (are you hearing the song in your head too).
Okay enough of my ranting.
Tell me what you would rather be doing, right this minute.