I’m not sure what to put here other than time has seemed to slip away from me. November was far more chaotic than I had anticipated it being. Writing didn’t happen, my head was clouded and I’ve found I have too many ideas floating around in there, it’s hard to put any of them down on paper. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I keep wanting to finish the second book, but I’m not 100% certain it’s even going in the direction I want it to. However, when I try to force it to go in one direction, my brain appears to shut down. I’ve had writers block before but I don’t ever remember it being as bad as it has become. My mind is cluttered and even the change of scenery for writing hasn’t really helped de-clutter it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I keep hoping that the next day will be better, my attention and energy still sucked into my working life. I worked with a coach last year to “Love my Working Life” and I do, more than I ever have. There are opportunities to learn and grow that I don’t feel I’ve ever had before. It’s been one hell of an amazing ride for me, and like every roller coaster there are ups and downs, but the ride is a rush of information, experience and knowledge that I’m learning to grow through. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it appears to take all my energy and I’m worried I’ve lost a part of me, the writer. I keep hoping she’s still in there, that burst of creativity. I used to never be bored online. I had chats and forums that I frequented, and now I spend endless hours scrolling facebook, feeling like part of my soul is dying with each roll of the mouse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today, I’m sitting in front of my desktop, looking at the screen and the words printed on it. Challenging myself to make those words form coherent thoughts – to talk to the imaginary characters in my head that make up the fantastical worlds I write in. I think somewhere along the lines I forgot how to write for myself, and I keep trying to write for what others want to read. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m not going to be a Rowling, a Tolkien or even a Meyer, I’ve got to be me. I have to find what makes me happy and stop focusing on what others want. Maybe then these characters will talk to me again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One can hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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