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