This weekend has been very busy for us. The summer Special Olympics is underway!
My outline has been coming along slowly. Very slowly. I’ve deleted it and started over multiple times now. Stared at the screen with nothing for hours at a time. About mid week I reached a point where I felt like I had hit a wall and was getting no where.
What have I been up to? Up to no good? Hardly! Too old for much mischief anymore it seems. Or rather, I just don’t have the energy. Did manage to get a few things done this week though!
Sometime not long after NaNoWriMo in 2016, I began to question whether or not there was a place in the world for my blended genre style of work. I didn’t think I had a place to belong and it hurt. I didn’t want to write something else. I still don’t. I want to give voice to the stories and characters that roll around and echo in my head.
I’ve been weepy most of the week, which is weird because Mom says I’ve been so much better since I’ve been back on meds. Not sure how this is better.
I haven’t really talked about it, because… I don’t know. Maybe a part of me wanted to ignore it? I think I may have mentioned it last week, but I’m too lazy to check right now. But he’s on leave from South Korea right now.