Wow
It occurred to me that I only wrote a grand total of four times last year in this journal. Mind you, that was partly Hughes Net's fault. Still, my blogger account hasn't seen much action either. And let's not speak of my failure of a tumblr. I honestly do not get the point of the last one. I created it on a whim and, yes, it is quite useless to me. I keep it around because I like to add clutter to my life. :P
So why have I been so silent? I've been thinking about it and it's as if I just had nothing really to say since I moved back to Marietta. Nothing much happens to me now. The drive to read and write is to a minimal. I think I've read two books this year thus far and writing, while I do work on COB's manuscript, is mainly for fun and exercise. Nothing serious, or for query.
I've been back in Marietta for almost two years and I haven't much to show for it. That's mainly my fault. I need to just suck it up and do what I want, when I can. Who knows how long I'll be here? At this point, indefinitely. We were going to move--where job prospects were greater amongst other things--but that fell through.
The question is then: what do I want to do? Most days I want to play Mass Effect but that's the kind of attitude that is partially responsible for this slump. If I have to, I will treat everything from this point on as an assignment. Like a deadline. From manuscripts to books I need to read. And journaling. I need to get back in the habit, a regime of books and writing. That's all I have at this point, I might as well get on it. I'm sure friends whose books I have will be happy to hear this. :)
So why have I been so silent? I've been thinking about it and it's as if I just had nothing really to say since I moved back to Marietta. Nothing much happens to me now. The drive to read and write is to a minimal. I think I've read two books this year thus far and writing, while I do work on COB's manuscript, is mainly for fun and exercise. Nothing serious, or for query.
I've been back in Marietta for almost two years and I haven't much to show for it. That's mainly my fault. I need to just suck it up and do what I want, when I can. Who knows how long I'll be here? At this point, indefinitely. We were going to move--where job prospects were greater amongst other things--but that fell through.
The question is then: what do I want to do? Most days I want to play Mass Effect but that's the kind of attitude that is partially responsible for this slump. If I have to, I will treat everything from this point on as an assignment. Like a deadline. From manuscripts to books I need to read. And journaling. I need to get back in the habit, a regime of books and writing. That's all I have at this point, I might as well get on it. I'm sure friends whose books I have will be happy to hear this. :)