Wednesday, August 5, 2015
So much insecurity this month. First, I'm not sure if anyone has noticed, but I haven't been blogging at all for the last couple of months. In fact, I'm not sure if I'm even still on the IWSG list anymore. I could have checked that before posting this, but I worked twelve hectic hours last night and I just woke up from a too short nap and realized that it was the first Wednesday of the month, and I might as well get this posted.
I'm sure you might have figured out from my tone that I haven't been writing much. I am so discouraged at this point. I have dumped yet another novel idea for lack of progress. I have a list of short stories that I am trying to edit, update and compile into a collection, but other than a few fits and starts in the middle of the night, I just can't get the momentum going.
The worst part of all this is that I know this can be done, and I know that every once in a while I can actually put out something good, but right now all I can think about is the bad, and I keep asking myself why I even try.
Sorry for the tone. I hope it doesn't sound too whiny or negative, but it's just how I feel at this time. And that's what IWSG is for right?