Car stuck in a field, check.
Crippling deadlines, check.
No sanity left, ahem check.
It’s Monday! I’m the crazy person that likes Monday.
What’s on the agenda is novel editing. Yes another novel is coming!
Aha I am preparing to send to my publisher which is exciting news. I have one more book scheduled for release this year. Maybe I might be able to squeeze in another project.
Early days yet but some big changes have already been made this year. Updates to come!
There has begun a media upheaval. It is not entirely unusual for this time of year. I’ve seen post after post about people claiming they’re leaving social media. Internally I roll my eyes and give them a time frame of how long they will last. Cruel sure, inaccurate no.
It’s usually a few days, at most a month. It’s all great. Yes absolutely, but I have drawn the lines myself.
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, you name it I got it. For a while I found myself Facebook obsessed. Then I backed off, then I had the great idea of getting into groups. Aha writer groups. Lord help me, and save my sanity. Big mistake, thousands of members and drama at every turn. No, no this writer does not do drama. Big X take that drama and keep it away from my self protected bubble.
Needless to say, I found myself becoming irritated enough that instead of being smart and leaving the groups I would just stop using Facebook. Strange. After arriving back on Facebook and finding out that the algorithms had been axed a bunch. I have left and not looked back. Of course I still use my author page via an app that does not have my feed connected to it. WHEW! My author page is important it is a way to connect with readers and it is easier to be myself there than on my personal page.
What started as a small change has become a big change, cutting down wasted time scrolling and converting that into precious writing time. It cuts down negative feelings and promotes a more positive mood.
If you are feeling the need to cut social media, by all means I recommend doing it. Be realistic, but be relentless. You mother’s sister’s cousin can wait for you to reply to her comment.
Let’s make it a great Monday!
About fifty three seconds before writing this post, I was sitting in a chair staring at a blank computer screen with a sour look on my face.
That idea is truth, but it’s vague. Why was I staring at the computer screen with a sour look on my face? Why was the computer screen blank. Why was I sitting in a chair fifty three seconds before I wrote this post?
I’m a writer. Words ARE my life. Words are physical, words are mental. Life is physical, life is mental.
Twenty Seconds before writing this post I asked myself, why am I doing this? Back to the vague. Doing what?
It’s a question that’s asked by every writer. “Why do I keep writing shit?”
Writing purgatory, it’s the hell no writer wants to be in, but are in at one point or another. Lack of motivation, stress outside writing, bullshit excuses not to write, food time, oh look there’s a dog now let me go pet it so I can ignore the blank page I’ve been staring at for two hours. It’s not writing block, no it’s something different.
It’s raw, it feeds the vile monster living within us, it prevents us from doing the one thing that has brought us to write in the first place. It’s happiness.
You can’t just write to write. Writing is happiness. We wouldn’t put hundreds of words on paper to just calmly say “oh that was fun I guess”. No to write is say the things we are unable to show the world. We are able to be real. We don’t have to hide behind a costume or conform. To write is to face the things we are most of afraid of. To write is to find joy.
Writing IS chasing happiness. It is the purest and most eloquent form there is.
