Lately, I’ve been feeling a little meeh about writing. To be honest I haven’t written anything new in almost three weeks! It’s been a combination of losing my mojo, family life (seriously) getting in the way and general lethargy. Even finally hearing back about my ms (it was neither good nor bad, more like slightly annoying, but that's another post) didn't lift me out of my funk.
But through this miasma of general meeh-ness, I always carried my trusty memory stick with me, just in case. I never doubted I’d get my mojo back, or that I’d finally get the sudden urge to pound the keyboard but it scared the hell out of me that it was taking so long to return and that I couldn’t find any interest in my own writing.
I am happy to report though that I managed to bang out three pages of my new story in the middle of the last night. It's not much, but it's a start and I'm beginning to feel story love again. Am I complaining that this has happened in the middle of one of the busiest weeks in my life? Well, a little. But at least I can finally see the light at the end of my gloom and I'm content.
Who knows, today three pages, tomorrow (er, not quite but, you know), a brand spanking new completed story!
I might be bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, but I live in hope