Warning, everybody. This is a bitch post. It gets better near the end.
Greetings, fearless readers. I must beg again for your forgiveness. I have left the blog to linger... but I, also, have been lingering. Near the doldrums. The quiets. The not-so-greats. I am in a tiny sailboat with no wind. No wind whatsoever. I haven't been editing at a reportable pace. I might get a chapter or two here or there and that's it. The whole poetry writing thing? Out the window. I haven't done shit.
What have I been doing? Well, I have been reading. That is the only good thing I have to say for myself. I have steadily been putting up reviews on Books with BettieLee - if you would like to check out, I would be honored.... (that is a link by the way)
The one thing that has happened - I have renewed my lease on the studio. Where I live. No, I'm not a fancy pants that has a separate studio to write in... I am a paycheck to paycheck dweller who went from living in a horrendous box to living in a much more affordable albeit-furnitureless studio that overlooks a pond with a willow tree that willows over the pond, ducks, various cats and doggies that come out to play... in short, I live in a pretty awesome place. I am very lucky and have my parents to thank for helping me move out of that horrible dark hole I was in, spiritually, financially and literally. They didn't only move me, they gave me the financial support to do it. When I harken back to the first few months I was here, I was a dynamo. On FIRE. I edited every day, I plotted and planned and looked forward to more stories, I continuously won awards (meaning smilies that waved and clapped) in the Absolute Write Weekend Report Thread. I need to get back to that.
So. Today is the first day of getting back up on the horse. Today, we start editing every day, for a solid week. And if we absolutely can't face editing, we are going to write and/or dabble in something else. But every day for this week, I am going to write and blog, blog and write, like a grown up, responsible person that wants to be a writer and has a bug in her pocket and speaks about herself and her bug in third person. In other words, I am going to hold myself accountable.
Today, we begin with two chapters of my straight-up unsellable fantasy about Uny-corns. At least two chapters. I will report on how it went tomorrow.
What say you, friends? Into the breach, once more? I will give you.... the highest of fives... and a Cumberbatch Meme.... :) Two for one. It's all deals here, like Walmart.