|Insecure Writer’s Support Group|
Please go by, visit, and thank our brave co-hosts this September:
Heather M. Gardner http://hmgardner.blogspot.com/
Christine Rains http://christinerains-writer.
Dolorah at Book Lover email@example.com
Julie Flanders http://julieflanders.blogspot.
Murees Dupé http://www.mureesdupe.com/
September is here and we’ve actually had at least two fairly cool mornings (in 80’s instead of 90’s) and it is a joy to step outside (at least in the morning) again. I can’t wait for that blush of autumn to blow in and cool us down in a way that says summer is over.
Writing went to you-know-where in a hand basket this summer, and even though I have a good excuse (Both of my children got married (!) and other major events…) a part of me is aching because I’m not where I thought I would be with my WIP by now. I know we all have times like this, but I think I am sad about it this time more than mad. I lost the threads of my book peoples’ stories. I have spent the last few weeks reacquainting myself with them. That is a good thing.
The sadness, I think, comes from my own expectations of myself, and my drive. I feel drained. I feel out of touch. Even though I’ve had some really good moments of re-acquaintance with my book people, it’s a struggle to “get back in their lives” with the vigor I had at the beginning of the summer.
|Scully! My daughter's dog.|
Summer Stupor. That’s what I’m calling it.