I have not written anything of substance since March. Yes, I have blogged and worked over stories that I wrote in past years and I did actually publish 3 books, and I have one that is primed to come out any time, as well as one that is in revision, but when it comes to creating a new adventure or tale, or even completing the one that is in progress? I have vapor locked.
It is a miserable place to be and I have struggled with what to do about it. I re-read the one story, and it just makes me sad. I love the two main characters and like many of my readers I want them to have a happy ending, I want them to end up together, safe and happy and able to be with each other, but for some reason my muse keeps pointing me in the other direction, and in a fit of frustration and angst not unlike many other artistic hissy fits I have had in the past, I even wrote an ending that was very, very dark. I delved in to the deepest misery that comes of a broken and betrayed heart and I had it end in a murder/suicide. The way this past year has gone, if not for friends of mine who are very invested in the characters and the story, I would have gone with that ending and then regretted it.
I hate not writing. It puts me in a bad place mentally and I am not quite sure how to get myself out of it. I am very determined to finish the story because that is what I do, I finish what I started and the fact I have left people hanging for over 8 months deeply embarrasses me and makes me feel like a flake, something I strive hard to avoid, I am not some punk ass kid that just flits from project to project when I get bored. I am more like a long campaigner, I dig in for the long haul and stick in til the end, even if it drives me nuts.
This new year should start off a lot better. The crazy is settling down with a lot of changes for the good with my work, (problems leaving), and hopefully I will continue to just gain skills and responsibilities. We are considering moving to Seattle in the summer or maybe to the downtown Portland area.
My eldest son is leaving traditional high school for an early college entry/job training program. Im done battling him over his attendance and study habits. The stress was making me sick and since he is 17 he is capable of making some choices on his own. I need to focus on finding out what is going on with me, why I keep losing weight and getting sick, and fighting with him all the time is not going to help that happen, so I let him choose what he was going to do.
I have 3 other kids I have to worry about and support on my own, so that is what I am going to focus on.
My little girl is growing up and sometimes I think its too damn fast. Her monkey stays home an awful lot nowadays and while she made a little video birthday card for Jackson, when she saw some tweets of his she didn't understand and she perceived to be kinda mean towards someone she likes and is weirdly protective towards,(most women are for some reason), she got upset and offended and hasn't had much to say about things since. Im going to sit down with her soon and have an abbreviated TALK, she has been more emotional lately, angering easily, lots of door slamming and then bummed out for no reason. She has asked to get her ears pierced and maybe it will happen, maybe not, but we will talk about and I will see if i can slow things down a little.
I have one son that is a grown man, another son in the throes of puberty, one just entering it and a daughter who is of indeterminate status trying to deal with all of it and who currently thinks all men are, "Stupid, unreliable and mean!" so maybe its time to try and find someone who sets the bar a little higher and acts more manlike? I havent really, genuinely tried dating because I didnt want the hassle and honestly where I live and work the pickings are slim, but maybe this is the year to relocate and reconsider the value of a great many things in our lives.
I need to get back to writing, I need to find where I lost my way and I dont know if a geographical fix will help but its up for consideration.
Further adventures of a middle-aged,misplaced Texan.Writings about pretty much whatever comes to mind in the form of letters to my Uncle Roger,(never mind the fact Rog has been dead for close to 20 years),My tales are often funny,but also grim and often irreverent. I write how I talk and if you dont speak Texan/Southern or are easily offended,then step off.I chase younger men and am a proud boot wearing,daughter of Texas.
About Me
- Calamity
- Portland, Oregon, United States
- Middle aged crazy, a little on the broken side,been to hell and back and still make side trips into Purgatory to indulge the masochistic side of my personality. I'm Texan,Southern,Over-educated,arrogant, temperamental,oversexed but under-indulged.Chasing after younger men and the happiness that has eluded me for most of my life.Music and literature are my passions.Finally living the dream in my idea of Heaven.
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