The Forest for the Trees
Can't seem to find my motivation anywhere this week. Things seemed like they were going okay Saturday morning, and then the good vibe fell apart and it was back down the rabbit hole for me.
I am a little overwhelmed with some side projects I've started, though those got pushed back for the sake of my sanity. I'm also trying to keep the SO happy, as he's back from a month-long absence during which he missed me (and during which I loved all the quiet, uninterrupted writing time...and missed him a little). It's a juggling act, like always.
I think somewhere along the way I lost sight of why I'm writing Loveblind. There seems to be a contagion of publishing-illness going around at TSR, which is great but sent me into tizzies, as my current active project is a story of smut that will never see the light of day beyond the confines of a locked LJ-community. I understand that Loveblind has a purpose (a challenge to sharpen a set of rarely-used writing skills), but it's hard when everyone seems to be making measurable progress toward the grand prize, and I'm still inching along towards a certificate of participation.
I know the answer is to continue putting one foot in front of the other. I just wish that I would feel like that was getting me somewhere. *sigh*