Feeling like poop
Gosh, it's been almost two week since I finished with the edits, and I've not lifted a finger to type anything since then. Nope, not a word. I don't know what's wrong with me. *sighs* Not even a single idea has popped into my head. I tried to go back to the wereanimal story for the DDD anthology, but after staring at it for 10 minutes, I closed the file and sat to watch TV instead (re-runs of 70s Battlestar Galactica - woohoo!). I just feel so... blah (that's the technical word for feeling bored and not knowing why and nothing interests me and I'm without energies). Of course, the fact that I'm not writing makes me feel guilty. So last night I went by Vivienne's chat at the Romance Studio hoping to my Muses would get while supporting a good friend and excellent writer (and add a kick ass critiquer with the corkiest sense of humor *lol*). But nothing. I mean, the chat went fantastic. Tonz of great writers from Cobblestone Press showed up, and the chat was great. But...no inspiration knocking on my door. I'm lazy. And bored. Lazy and bored. Not a good combination. Oh man... I think I'm going dig into that bag of oreos and munched my guilt away. |
posted by Silma at 12:02 AM
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post a commentNice shoes, Silma. LMAO
And I want to know where you got the oreos. I need an industrial-sized bag.
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I need that bag as well. Do they sell it at Sam's?
Maybe it's a little bit of burnout. I bet it'll come to you soon and you won't stop writing!
Oreos! Yum. I haven't been writing much lately either. Last weekend went to fast. I'm looking forward to Saturday to get something done. Hope you muses hop to it too.
I'll echo the 'ooh Oreos' sentiment }:)
Don't be too hard on yourself, Silma. Maybe you're just refilling the creative well.
I'm with ya! I haven't done much lately either. But I'm not sure that Oreo bag is big enough. *g*
Oh, I feel your pain, hon. I've almost forgotten what it feels like to write. *hugs*
Don't be so hard on yourself - I usually take a month off after I complete a book. I come back ready to write.
I so know how you feel! Some days it's a struggle to write. I'm doing a Rune for CP and forcing myself to do 5 pages a day min. But for about a week i didn't do anything. I think I'm back in the game though.
You'll get there.
Chryscat - Oh thanks (about the shoes)! *g* Gosh, my legs even look good in that pic. *lol*
Well, I made those elves work extra hard to make those oreos for me. ;)
Dana - Oh no! The Nabisco elves only take special orders. Especial for desesperate writers who need something to munch on while their muses are away. *lol*
Jodici - I hope it's that. I'm on the edge of panic attack if the muses don't enlight me soon.
Annalee - Hmm... It must be something in the air that's not allowing authors to write.
Bonnie - Yeah. Maybe you're write. I bought a few books outside what I usually read to see if that helps me get out of the rut.
Tess - *rofl* I'm sure the Nabisco elves might accomodate you and make a bigger bag of oreo cookies for you. ;)
Tori - Thanks! This must an epidemia, right? I wonder if it can be cured with a few shots (of tequila).
Jill - You're right. I'm probably being too hard on myself. But sadly, I can't afford a lapse of a month to get my inspiration back. *sighs*
Shelli - I can't even drag myself to write at all. I feel so blah... Yeah, I guess I need a change.
Viv - Yeah, well...my burnout has lasted longer that I thought it would. *sighs* It just sucks.