I still don’t write as much as I should. When I’m finally done with all the other things I have to do each day, I don’t have that much time left. Sometimes it’s only ten or twenty minutes and that isn’t enough time for me to get into it without being interrupted to go do something else. It’s frustrating. Maybe if I didn’t have to sleep I’d actually have some free time.
Part of me feels weak about this. So many of you guys have kids and a bunch of things going on and still you manage to write! I’m so impressed! And envious! How do you find the time and energy? But I’m not going to blame myself for not being able to do it, too. Okay, maybe a little. I am still me, after all.
I like my new story idea and while that’s good, I wish I still had the motivation to write last year’s story. I don’t know what’s up with that. I feel stuck on it even though I know what needs to happen. It’s frustrating. I look at it with my hands on the keyboard and nothing comes out, so I leave before the block gets any bigger.
So it goes. That’s what I’m doing. I’m still adding things to my shiny new idea in hopes of keeping it fresh and interesting. You guys up to anything good?