No More Writer’s Block.
In addition, I still have domestic goddess stuff to squeeze into my day. Figures after almost a week of NADD leftovers, the teenagers continue to feel hunger. Never mind I’m thrilled to see the back of the fridge again.
My creative mojo jumpstarted this week and I’ve been cramming early morning and late evening writing sessions into the wee, free minutes I scrounge. It’s painful going. Finding the rhythm of flying fingers only to be interrupted by something or someone. ARGH! Bills intrude on the blog. Laundry intrudes on the new chapter. The writing staff interferes with everything.
Poor Beard, the other night I growled my way through a chink in my forward process and he left the room. I guess I’m scary when I can’t get to the next movement. This isn’t a great moment to check out new reviews either. I don’t generally check the reviews….that’s a good way to give up writing, but The Beard likes to keep me apprised of any changes. I made a mistake this morning of checking out the Goodreads reviews. Not terrible, just a bit demoralizing.
I realize the book won’t please everyone, but today I’m second guessing my progress with, “Sure, I’m writing, but is it GOOD?” Understand the book has to get past the editor and a few beta readers. As The Beard’s father would say, “We went to school” on the first book. Editing obstacles, printing obstacles, design obstacles. In the meantime, I’ve received some great input on my writing and I’m still improving and evolving. I’m good with the process. I love writing.
Now I’m headed to the grocery store so the teenagers won’t STARVE and I’ll spend the rest of the gloomy day shaking off this cloying self-doubt.