It’s been a long summer. While I’ve enjoyed the majority of it, there was a lot happening. The wedding, my daughter wrecking her younger brother’s BMX bike and having a trauma team waiting for us at Children’s Hospital…the wedding…
My muse went on vacation, probably to someplace tropic and it’s going to be fun getting her back here where she belongs. But while I wasn’t writing, the ideas were forming and I have a notebook full of stuff in which to write and I was doing some serious soul-searching. You see, I used to be able to write like the wind and then something happened. It became less fun and more daunting as I tried to please everyone except myself–hence my characters stfu. I need my characters to blather on and on. I need them to reveal things to me. The stress was not only killing them, but it was killing me too.
My new approach? I’m going to pretend that I didn’t get published. I’m going to write for fun with no anticipation. I’m not going to think about the sale or how to get the sale and see what happens.
What about you? Has their been something–anything that you loved to do, but haven’t been able to do it because you sucked the fun or joy out of it?
As my newly christened daughter said, “This is the last piece of the puzzle.” She had no idea that I felt the same way and had even purchased silver puzzle pieces to give to the kids after Mark and I exchanged our rings. Not only did I gain a husband, the man I want to grow old with and love for the rest of my life, but I gained a beautiful daughter. We were already a family, but this just cemented it in an intimate ceremony.