This month it is easy for me to write for the Insecure Writer's Support Group.
After the high of writing daily for the A to Z Blogging Challenge I am crashing hard. Not about blogging, I LOVE to blog. Blogging for me is like having a newspaper column, which I’ve always thought would be the absolute coolest thing in the world. I loved Erma Bombeck (God rest her soul), enjoy Leonard Pitts (I don’t always agree, but he writes so well), and laugh with Joel Stein.
But writing, as in finishing the rough draft of my children’s middle grade book, or getting back in the swing of my chick lit novel that I started with NaNoWiMo 2010, or writing something to submit for publication? I can’t seem to get into any of it. I kick myself for not writing diligently when I worked less hours, I should have finished long ago.
I've read so many good books lately, and several "okay" ones (one perk of Kindle is getting to try books for free). I don't have to be a bestseller, and it's okay if not everyone likes my stories, but they need to be good.
Sometimes I wonder if I am a writer, obviously I don’t have it burning in my “gut”. Perhaps I have nothing worthwhile to say.
But, time marches on and whining about all of this does nothing. So I will continue to do what I can, cut myself some slack and become more disciplined at the same time - and we'll see what happens.
I do know that nothing happens if you quit.
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