Maybe I should take a break. I think the bloggage around here has been kind of light lately. I took lots of time off over Christmas, which was good and necessary, but may not have been enough.
I love blogworld. It's interesting, it changes regularly which is good for my flighty attention span, and it's creative. My typing skills have improved through blogging, and I believe my writing in general has improved. I write good like talking now. haha.
HOWEVER. I've said it before and I'll say it again...Blogging doesn't get novels written.
It can be an exercise or a distraction.
Right now I am actively working on being distracted because of a few factors.
-I have to do more edits on my Epic Troubled Teenager book and I just about can't face it. I spent all of 2007 editing and rewriting that book. I thought it was ready two edits ago. It's not. It's good but it has to be perfect.
-My current project is not behaving. I put it aside before Christmas and haven't gotten any flashes of inspiration so far.
-Another project is lurking in my mind and I don't want to write it. It is just too painful. I fear that even if I could write it, no agent in their right mind would take it on, no publisher would touch it, and none of you would read it. And also I mainly just don't want to write it. Yet it lurks and nags and won't let me go. Dammit.
-In the meantime I'm looking for magazines to send some of my work to, and am finding that there aren't many in the market for the Horse-Crazy-Subdivision-Mom-Music-Biz-Wife-Fledgling-Writer-Johnny-Obsessed-Farmer's-Daughter Genre.
I'm totally slacking. I haven't read as many blogs in months, or commented as much as I used to. I'm staring at a blinking screen or googling my own name or reading books about writing. Just...not writing. Blogging really doesn't count. Rewriting my bio over and over doesn't count. I'm going through some of the motions but not actually writing anything new. And aren't I the one who tells everybody that the best way to become a writer IS TO WRITE???!!!!
Let me tell you though, this week there's at least one benefit. My kitchen sinks are shiny. The rug in the family room is spotless. There are two bathrooms in my house and both sinks and bathtubs and toilet bowls are pristine white. I wonder if this will be a recurring pattern in my life.
I really don't believe in Writer's Block. I have always thought that a writer just has to push through it. The actual writing will probably be total crap but at least it's getting done. Sitting around moping has got to be the worst thing. I haven't technically stopped writing at all, but I've been poking it with a stick when it needs to be wrestled down and hog tied.
Speaking of which, I must take the obnoxious Pug out for a walk.
Then there's a barn full of dirty stalls outside of town waiting for me, and a brown and white pony to ride through the melting dirty snow.
And then, back to work...at something...