My life has taken some bad turns lately. I've had trouble here and there and felt like crap and had to handle some odd situations for which I was unprepared.
Naturally, it wore me down.
But, most of them are over.
I hope.
No, I won't go into detail. Except that personally, I was worried that the cancer had come back. Found out Monday that it had not, and that is super cool. But I still feel pretty bad.
Must be the elephants in my living room.
And I certainly have a few of those buggers hanging around.
Other people manage to write around the elephants and the troubles. I can't. I can barely blog. My heart just isn't in it. Here I have a novella ready to go up on Amazon and I have the other half of the World War II story begging to be worked on. I dream about it at night, plot when I can't fall asleep and promise myself to work on it, but it hasn't happened in a month. That's just about when all the sh*t hit the fan around here, just before Halloween.
I really envy my writing friends who manage to sit down at the computer and pound out word after word. They either have a deadline, for which they will get paid once met, or are trying like hell to produce something that will get sold.
To this, unfortunately, in the back of my head I hear "been there, done that".
OMG
Have I actually quit???
Say it ain't so, Irene!!!
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