Well, it's not the heat wave in California that's the problem. It's the humidity along the coast. I'm finally done with my 2 weeks of no writing as requested by my husband after the release of Broken Crown but I can't get myself in the mood to write. I feel too drained. A combination of saying goodbye to characters I love depression~and I so love Chrissie and Alan. They've been our favorite couple friends for fifteen months~ a touch of disappointment that the release didn't go better since every reader that emails me tells me this is my best book yet, and this damn heat. Really, humidity is an awful thing for a writer. I get into the groove of doing my writing thing and, ding, I want to take a nap.
Writing is a very lonely endeavor. This month it seems lonelier to me. It's time to get back to work for three weeks and I'm not sure that I want to. The stories and characters don't stop in my head, but I don't feel that urgency to sit down and write them. Usually I have to get them out of my head. Not this time and I don't know for sure what's going on. Maybe age? Nah, I'm only 29(well in my private internal world). Heat? Maybe. It's hard to feel motivated about anything when you're melting in your desk chair. Sadness? Pretty sure that's part of it. I miss Alan. Sending characters out the door forever is like when your kids move out. They are gone. It's up to them now not to screw things up.
Oh well, even on this gray day of heat clouds in Santa Barbara I can hear Kaley Stanton yapping in my head. Dang, that girl has a lot to say. She is her father's daughter. Maybe I should write a little before I go to the beach.
Anyway, I hope you are all doing well, hopefully not someplace as hot as here, and as ever I wish you Peace.
Writing is a very lonely endeavor. This month it seems lonelier to me. It's time to get back to work for three weeks and I'm not sure that I want to. The stories and characters don't stop in my head, but I don't feel that urgency to sit down and write them. Usually I have to get them out of my head. Not this time and I don't know for sure what's going on. Maybe age? Nah, I'm only 29(well in my private internal world). Heat? Maybe. It's hard to feel motivated about anything when you're melting in your desk chair. Sadness? Pretty sure that's part of it. I miss Alan. Sending characters out the door forever is like when your kids move out. They are gone. It's up to them now not to screw things up.
Oh well, even on this gray day of heat clouds in Santa Barbara I can hear Kaley Stanton yapping in my head. Dang, that girl has a lot to say. She is her father's daughter. Maybe I should write a little before I go to the beach.
Anyway, I hope you are all doing well, hopefully not someplace as hot as here, and as ever I wish you Peace.
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