I’m trying to think of something to post so you know I haven’t died or fallen ill. I’ve opened up the new post window at least twice tonight, stare at it, and shut it down. There aren’t any words.
That’s my problem so far in 2015.
I’ve been battling several different situations at home this year so far. Princess is struggling with her first job and the stress of making enough money to go on her band trip to Hawaii. We bumped up her therapy appointments to every other week because she’s been having anxiety issues. I’ve been depressed quite a bit and just haven’t had a lot of energy or motivation. That Man is… well… That Man. I’m not happy with how my healthy eating and exercise has trickled off to nothing. Kind of like my words.
I have completed edits on two different books, so I haven’t been entirely worthless! Just no new words beyond the requirements for edits. I open up Scrivener and stare at my Billionaire project and there’s just nothing there. I *have* to get this story done by May so I can work on the next Killer story due in September. Since it’s a holiday story… The window is closing before it’ll have to go to the following year.
A short story I wrote for an anthology last year was rejected, so my record still sucks in that regard. However, now I have a nice little story to polish up and give away in my newsletter. After news of rights issues with Cleis, I have to admit I’m more glad than anything that I don’t have to worry about my story and it took MONTHS to hear anything. Relieved, honestly. Now I can move forward.
I got devastating news at the Evil Day Job this week too. Someone I care about a lot, someone I’ve been in the trenches with for years, is leaving, and since I telecommute, I won’t be able to see him off on his new endeavor. I will just have to hope that the next time I go to the home office that maybe we can meet up at a happy hour or something.
So everything’s a struggle right now, but I’m still trudging onward. I’m going to work on a little short story to try and get some of my creative juices flowing again.
This too shall pass.