The only thing worse than being late is being left hanging. Just don’t do that to people.
Sorry I haven’t posted in awhile. I didn’t even bother with the mood tracker last week and I haven’t started one for this week yet either.
The loneliness I’ve been feeling as of late is beginning to suffocate me. The passion I typically have for writing seems to be fading and this saddens me. It bothers me that I haven’t even been posting on my blog like I used to. Continue reading
Well today when Little Bear got off the bus, the driver was bent nine ways to hell saying that he’s not supposed to be riding the bus for the next three days and that I should have seen a letter or note or something about it. I’m supposed to sign it and send it back. I haven’t even seen it. Continue reading
I feel like I’m going nuts. I don’t feel like I’ve done any kind of writing worth mentioning – not even here on the blog aside from my weekly scheduled posts like the Mood Tracker and the Chaos Rally. I don’t count that as writing exactly. Certainly not creative writing.
As for sharing what’s going on in my personal life, it’s just been broad general strokes. Life feels more or less boring since we’ve really started to settle in over here at my parents’ house. I can’t believe I’m even complaining about that and it’s asking for trouble. Seriously though I feel like I have nothing to write about other than not having anything to write about. It’s frustrating.
So while I wait on my brother to finish reading the vomit draft of the first book, my brain is insisting on developing ideas for another book. I don’t know if I should start working on that or work on something else or just what. I want to be writing and it feels weird again to not be writing.