This morning has dawned overcast. We are supposed to have thunderstorms off and on all day. I am actually on my second cup of coffee. I spent my first scrolling through the daily news. Otherwise I’d have been here sooner. The kids are actually in three separate spots this morning. Moose is in his man cave, Essie is behind me and Stella is on the couch with her back to me. She has her head on her body pillow (everyone uses it but I brought it home for her) and every once in a while she will lean far enough back to give me the stink eye since I am taking way too long this morning. We should be outside playing.
I contacted my next author I am interviewing. She seems very nice and bubbly. I think it will be fun to talk with her. I find myself slowing down with my writing when I need to be holding steady. I am struggling to consider myself a real writer. With everything I’ve done you’d think that I would be able to say, “Yes! I am a published writer! Therefore I am!” But I’m not. I’m published all right but I don’t feel that I am. I have always gotten good feedback from my writing (even if it was something that needed to be changed). Why the sudden lack of courage?
Truthfully I’m not sure. It has been creeping up on me for a few weeks now. I want to keep writing. I also think I want to try to get back to my fiction roots. I have been doing non-fiction for a while now since that was the easiest way for me to get out there and get hired. I won’t give up my non-fiction writing but I wonder if I should try my hand at a short story. I do have two novels written (I think one is publishable) but those are from many years ago. I need something from now. To prove to myself that I can still do it and do it well. Times like this I miss my old writing group. A lot.
I need to get serious about myself again. I know spending the afternoon with my friend helped immensely. Working with the plants has cheered me like nothing else could. Actually a better word is renewed. Because like them my spirit was dried and withered and working with them watered and trimmed away most of the dead stuff. I like caring for them and watching them grow and thrive. I need to use that for my writing. I need to use that renewal and step back up to get on pace again. It wasn’t a hard pace. Busy enough at times to keep me on my toes but steady enough that I could do it.
Before this gets much longer I need to post this and get myself more coffee. Then I will email my author. I hope everyone has a great day!