I am not one of those writers. In fact, I didn’t write a word on my WIP this past week. This probably explains why writing isn’t my full-time job. I wish I could say that I had been too busy – that life had thrown a wrench in my plans. But the truth is – I just didn’t feel like writing. My son came home for a couple of days. I put in my 40 hours at work. I read two novels. I watched a little television. I went shopping. I told myself I needed to write but then I decided to clean the carpet instead.
I am that writer – the one who needed to put the pen down and take a break.
I love this time of year – bonfires, Thanksgiving, Christmas, the music, etc. But as much as I love it, I find myself quite emotional. Seriously, I cry over coffee commercials. I think I become emotionally overloaded.
Add in the news and all its ugliness… And you’ve got me – a writer who hasn’t been able to work on my current WIP. Why? Because it seems real monsters emerged from the shadows this past week. Monsters that hurt children instead of protecting them. And my story has its own monster. I’ve got to finish the story of a murdering shadow. I didn’t want to know his thoughts. I didn’t want to put my heroine in jeopardy. I didn’t want to spend anymore time in dark places.
I’m hoping that as the new week starts, work on my WIP will, too.