Oh, look the first Wednesday of the month has come around again. And IWSG. Heh, I actually remembered in advance this time.
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I tell myself that I’m meant to be writing, but I find myself drawn more to just staring at a different screen … the TV where I’m either playing games or watching movies. Brain-dead stuff, really. Fast-forward to me guiltily waking the next day, full of intention, only to start the cycle over.
I know I’m fluffing about. Part of me chafes at this unproductive attitude. I think I was pregnant and very ill the last few times I actually stopped writing or plotting. And it’s not that I don’t know where the stories are going. It’s all still up in my head (and, man, is it crowded). I just can’t be bothered to put most of it in words right now.
The being said, I do write a little bit, mostly rewrites on the last book from the Rogue King Saga … but I can practically do that in my sleep (and when I look at some of the older pieces, I think I might have done so at one point, honestly, I ask myself what I was thinking on a daily basis there).
Worst still, the larger piece of me is revelling in this “up yours” attitude to writing. Maybe it’s knowing the school break is coming up (two more days now) and my daughter will suck up all the writing time. Or perhaps it’s having my sick fiancé bugging me for the past few days.
Regardless, I feel more and more like letting my brain become a big sog. Zone out for a little while longer. Just enough to let my muse pick up all those toys she chucked. I think I might be overdue for a break anyway…