The writing has not been happening. As in, I have not been writing very much since November. At all.
I have written 7,780 words in all of December and January, because the instant November ended and December 1st dawned upon us, it was like someone shoved my "writing inspiration" lever into shut down mode. My ideas took a hike, motivation went on lunch break, and my energy levels decided that December meant
Needless to say, I am MORE THAN A LITTLE BIT FRUSTRATED.
Sigh. Many sighs. I'm trying to decide if the excitement of Christmas shoved my book to the back burner, and now I'm having trouble picking up where I left off... or if it's the snowy winter weather outside... or if my book is a TERRIBLE IDEA and the truth only now just dawning on me...
(except don't panic guys, because I don't really believe that. I love my little book, even if it doesn't love me very much at the moment. And even though it's being a tantrum-y little toddler, I'm going to finish and edit it anyway, because it is my baby and one does not give up on one's babies. So.)
So I guess this is just me being like, "hey. this is happening." And wondering if anyone out there feels the same way? I've dealt with the lulls of writing before, but never for so long -- usually a couple of days off makes me want to jump back into it again, but I just cannot get my head inside my story right now! I have a plan, I know what needs to happen next, and some of it is EXCITING!! There are going to be fire trucks screaming down the street towards Skylar's house in about two pages (sirens blaring and everything!) and I just cannot make myself care enough to sit down and write about it!
Does this detached feeling ever happen to you? Like, I MISS MY CHARACTERS. I am going to sit down and write determinedly about them this afternoon because I am not going to let this book fall by the side of the road (even though sometimes I almost think I want to!) and maybe tomorrow I will burn with all the fire of new ideas and glorious purpose. Ahem. Mostly, I think I just want to edit. The thought of editing makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Have you ever felt this way? Did you ever wake up and realize that you want to be finished writing your rough draft so you can just edit, already? OR AM I GOING CRAZY??
frantically, but with much affection all the same...
gifs from my pinterest! woop