This hasn’t happened to me in a while, but I’m suffering from writer’s block. Even writing my blog posts has become more difficult. I don’t know if it’s because we’re in the throws of summer and life has revolved around entertaining my kids, but finding time to sit at the computer and write has become challenging.
I’m in constant motion—entertaining, taking the kids to the pool and visiting with friends, going on vacations, and trying to keep my kids grounded with a little bit of schoolwork this summer are full time jobs. Trying to fit in writing a syllabus and organizing for the fall semester, along with trying to get novel #2 rolling, is a challenge.
In fact, the novel I was working on and had gotten about 12,000 words into, I just tossed aside. I’m not sure if I like it. I want the follow-up novel to BENEATH THE MIMOSA TREE to please me as much as that one did. My gut instinct right now is that I’m not in love with it, not like I was in love with Michael, Annabelle, and Vivi.
But alas, all I see is a flashing cursor.
And I don’t like it one bit.