Ah, the great and illustrious "Murphy", whomever he may be. Don'tcha just want to rip out his...*ahem*. Never mind.
I sometimes wish I had a magical book-writing wand. Some of my friends think I own one already. :P But let me tell you, this year in particular has been HELL on me. Why? Well, this gawd-awful thing called "Real Life" keeps getting in the way of my overactive imagination, killing my inner child. Why? WHY, I say?!?
One thing after another has hit me this year, to refinancing the domicile, having work done on said domicile, to going on a kick-ass two week vacation to Disney World (which took a LOT of planning ACK!), personal issues, creative issues, family visiting, compounded by a sad, sad case of the BLAHS.
You see, I've had a crazy personal life this year, and it's taken a toll on my writing. For the first time ever, I was late on a deadline, which acted like a domino effect, making me late on subsequent deadlines, and not just for one publisher. I'm *still* feeling the effects of THAT fiasco, and the pressure is ON. Why does life have to suck right when you're finding success in what you do?
For the first time in my career, I'm actually feeling like an author, I'm churning out books, I've got fans, I've got plans, I know what I want to write, who I want to submit to, and still, I'm plagued with the BLAHS. What is UP with that? Perhaps I'm a little depressed with not getting as much writing done as I have in the past. I've been focusing more of my energy to other things, like my family, and that is a GOOD thing. Nothing wrong with that. But when I sit at my computer, I don't *feel* like writing. Nothing comes. And if I force myself, it's just crap. Or at least, I think it is.
I think to myself maybe I need a break, but then, I remember all those days I wasted when I missed my deadline. I rested THEN. It's just so dang hard. I've got so many jobs. I'm a wife/mother, schoolteacher, maid, cook, CFO, errand runner, & author.
I need to go on a writing vacation is what I need. A week in a hotel with nothing but my laptop, wi-fi, and a stack of delivered pizzas. For ONCE, I want to be that secluded writer in the woods... Wouldn't that be nice? *sigh*