So my intent was to have the first draft of Bring Me to Life complete by my birthday. My birthday was yesterday. Life has kept me from doing just about anything on that novel for a couple of months. Discouraging.
I haven't felt well for a couple of months, which has made it harder for me to motivate myself to actually do things. I really feel as though I've been in a kind of stupor for most of 2010, and I can't really point to a good reason why. I've needed energy drinks just to function. Life shouldn't be this way.
I've sat myself down and given myself a stern talking-to, but it's not clear to me whether that will help. Still, my outlook on my ability to move forward has improved in the past few weeks, and I'm ready to give it another go. I'm not going to set a goal right now, because I'll be likely to miss it. I'm just going to get myself writing again and see what I can accomplish.
Don't know if anyone at all is reading this anymore, but if you are, please wish me luck and words...
Craig on :
I don't know about 2010, in general, but I have been barely ahead of the rabid dogs for the last 6 weeks or so. Every time I think I have a chance to stop for a breath, I can hear them just behind me.
Good luck and words to you, as requested.
Dennis on :
Palabras: En sus marcos, listos, YA!
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